Last night, a spring rain lingered, and everything revived at this time; no, at this time, in this mountain path, there is a person leisurely going to the green forest and bamboo sea to look for spring bamboo shoots,

Cuilin Bamboo Sea is located in a little-traveled mountain in Chengdu Province in the south, where the spring is drizzle, cold, and intermittent, because this climate is very suitable for bamboo growth.

As a result, bamboo has become a feature of the region, and after the spring rains, some delicious spring shoots grow on the mountain for people to eat.

I saw that this middle-aged man was more than seven feet tall, dressed in plain clothes, with three taels of light ink bamboo leaves on his clothes, a bamboo basket on his back, and a hat on his head.

As far as this well-dressed person is not like an ordinary woodcutter in the mountains, how can such a character appear in this rare and uninhabited green forest and bamboo sea? It is inevitable that it will cause people to think deeply. Xu is a hidden master, and he doesn't like the world to be in the dust!

At this time, this hermit-like middle-aged man is thinking about "this mushroom after the rain is very rare, how to eat it, if it is like previous years, although the food is also sweet but there is no new meaning, I want to come here is very rare, only a year to get a blind how to practice; only the new food method is worthy of this gift of God." ”

What a proper foodie!

If anyone who knew him knew what he was thinking, he might roll on the floor with laughter and quip, "Dude, you're so funny!"

Perhaps this is one of the great pleasures of the literati!

This mountain plain land, everywhere green bamboo, forests, and because of the rain last night, from a distance, smoky, morning glow, for the literati who yearn for the landscape, this is the fairyland of the world, it is really elegant to the extreme.

After searching in the forest for a long time, the corners of the middle-aged coat were already wet, and drops of crystal clear dew could be faintly seen dripping from his sleeves. An hour later, the bamboo basket on the middle-aged man's back already had more than a dozen young and small spring bamboo shoots, which was enough for his family of three to eat for two or three days.

If you are full of things, you will return, any good thing, people's preference is certain, if there is a strong demand, it must be the opposite of the object, it is a bamboo shoot that is very loved, but more but disgusted. Therefore, the middle-aged man smiled when he saw the spring bamboo shoots in the bamboo basket, life is like this, what do you want, you should go back.

However, just as he wanted to return, he suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eye, and he noticed that there seemed to be someone lying in the bamboo in the distance, but this middle-aged man was also peculiar, if ordinary people encountered such a thing, they would be shocked, and then quickly ran over to find out, whether they were alive or dead.

But he walked leisurely and slowly, as if he had long been accustomed to the trivial things of the world. The matter of life and death has long been accustomed to him;

He stood and looked carefully, it was a young man, his hair was messy, his face was dirty, his Tsing Yi was damaged in many places, and beside the young man there was a bamboo head that had been sharpened more than a year ago, and there was inevitably a trace of ripples in his heart, which really pinched a cold sweat for him.

He leaned down and squatted down, stretched out his right index finger to the nostrils of the young man, felt a trace of hot breath exhale, and then checked his pulse carefully, and found that there were no serious injuries on his body, and scolded with a smile in his heart: "You kid, it's really fateful." Then he picked up the young man, carried the bamboo basket, and left leisurely.....

Approaching noon, looking from afar, what catches your eye is under the cliff wall, a cold pool of hanging spring waterfalls, a courtyard of eight or nine bamboo houses, a small bridge trickling down, the fence garden is full of verdant and new, and the flowing waterwheel is flying in the sky and raining .....; Wow, what a comfortable life! The literati have to live in this courtyard, and the rest of their lives are enough.

In front of the courtyard, at the stone table, there was a girl about eight or nine years old, dressed in a pink dress, red rope tied in two small buns, with a delicate and lovely face, was seriously playing with something, when she saw the person returning from afar, staring at it carefully, suddenly excited, jumped up from the stone bench, and shouted to the room behind her: "Mother, my father is back, my father is back." And quickly rushed out of the fence and stepped across the small bridge, and ran happily towards the middle-aged, shouting "Daddy, Daddy..."

After the girl ran out, a moment later, a woman in her early thirties walked out of the house, dressed in a plain and elegant light blue tassel skirt, with a clear and elegant face, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and a smile turned into a spring breeze.

But when she saw the middle-aged boy with an injury on his back, she showed a nervous expression again, and blamed in a disgusted tone: "Brother Sheng, this life-threatening matter, why are you still so leisurely?"

Of course, with a woman's understanding of the temperament of middle age, she naturally knows that it doesn't matter.

The middle-aged man replied with a funny smile: "I know that my wife is a miracle doctor, and besides, he is fine, so why should I panic!"

The middle-aged man said that he carried the young man into the hall and put it on the couch, and the woman treated him again, and Yahuan helped to make a basin of water, and simply treated some skin injuries for the young man.

Get out of the bamboo house. When the woman saw the father and daughter, who were talking happily about the experience of the middle aged morning, at the stone table, she also came over, "How is it? I am not wrong!" the middle-aged man got up a little smugly and asked;

The woman replied, "He is still in a coma, and although he looks like some untight skin wounds, it will not be known until he wakes up whether there are any other problems." ”

But there was something wrong with the woman's expression, and then she squatted down, put her hands on the girl's waist, and said softly, "Ameng, you go back to your house first, okay? ”

The girl pursed her mouth unhappily, looked at her father, and when she saw the middle-aged man nodding, she drooped her head and entered her room.

With the intelligence of the middle-aged and the tacit understanding of the husband and wife, the middle-aged knew that there must be something important, otherwise why should he avoid the child, looked at the woman and asked, "Ah Xue, you have something?"

Seeing that the woman took out half a piece of round and emerald green jade from her arms, a broken sword on it, although it was incomplete but did not lose its sharpness, one side carved a word, but now only half, it is not difficult to see that it is going to the word "Chen", and the middle-aged man took the jade from the woman's hand in confusion.

"Is there anything wrong with that?" he asked, and began to quickly think of things about the jade in his mind.

Seeing this, the woman woke up and said, "Brother Sheng, are you ......?"

The middle-aged man quickly came back to his senses and said: "The jade pendant 'Cold Heart Cui' in the Musashi Key of Chen Yinglong's Tomb is only half, so it's no wonder that it will be hunted down." After speaking, there was a wry smile.

The woman asked, "Brother Sheng, what are you going to do with it?" ”

"Ah Xue, you know the reason why I went into hiding with you in the first place. The middle-aged man stopped talking, his brows tightened, obviously he didn't want to mention the past, and finally turned into a sigh: "Put it away for the time being, wait for him to wake up and take a look?"

Of course, the woman He Qingxue knew that the events of that year had left a lot of trauma in Brother Sheng's heart, so she didn't dare to mention it again, but put away the jade pendant.

"In the Jiazhou area of Chengdu Prefecture, the dark night, accompanied by the dripping rain, seems cold and quiet, and the sound of breaking wind comes from all directions;

After a long time, a group of people appeared near a mountain villa, and when they looked closely, there were about a hundred people, all of whom were dressed in night clothes, and nearly two hundred people, and it was not difficult to see that this would be an imminent killing.

And from the moment this group of people approached the villa, the people inside were aware of it, there were a few lonely lamps lit in the villa, which seemed cold and lonely in this dark night, and there was a middle-aged man about forty years old sitting on the main seat of the hall, holding the sword in his hand tightly, and there were also several middle-aged people sitting next to him who were in a state of extreme nervousness, as if the sound of a needle falling could provoke their sensitive nerves.

Suddenly, a subordinate hurriedly walked into the hall, and said respectfully to the people in the main seat: 'The owner, according to your instructions, has sent the little young owner out of the village, but the young owner has not returned from practicing the sword this morning, and his subordinates are afraid...' Before he finished speaking, he saw a young man about ten years old also rushed in in a hurry, shouting: 'Dad, outside...'

At this moment, I saw the group of black-clothed people break in, and one of the black-clothed people who took the lead deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Master Qingzhuang, needless to say, you also know why we are here, hand over that thing, I can consider not killing the other people in the villa." ’

However, the middle-aged man did not pay attention to him immediately, but secretly stuffed a piece of something into the young man's hand, and no one noticed his action, and he whispered to the young man beside him: "I will fight in a while, find the opportunity to escape, live well, and do not avenge my father." Then, he glanced at one of the people next to him, and then shouted resolutely to the man in black outside the house, "If you want me Qingyishan to be treacherous, don't waste your time!"

The black-clothed leader sneered: "I have long heard of the good name of the Qingzhuang master in the rivers and lakes, and the righteousness is thin and cloudy, and the little Guan Gong is a promise. It's really admirable, it's a pity, you are still stubborn at this juncture, don't you think about the life and death of more than 120 people in this Qingyu Villa?"

"Hmph, think about it, I don't have anyone who is afraid of death in Qingyu Villa, I want something, ask me if the sword in my hand will agree?" Qing Yishan still did not change his original intention and responded with some sarcasm.

The man in black knew that it would be unfavorable for them to drag it all the time, so it was better to do it directly, and said, "It seems that the owner of the Qingzhuang has already looked down on life and death, so there is no need for me to persuade anything." Therefore, he did not talk nonsense, but made a motion to wipe his neck, and the man behind him moved his hands;

As soon as the two sides fought, the boy was knocked unconscious, and the person who had just gotten his eyes picked up the boy and withdrew into the hall...

I don't know how long it took for the young man to slowly wake up, and when he saw that the person carrying him was Zhou Weixin, he immediately shook his body to come down, and said anxiously: "Uncle Zhou, let me go quickly." Zhou Weixin put the young man down, and as soon as the young man stood still, he asked, 'Where is my father?' Zhou Weixin's face showed pain, and his voice trembled a little and said: "Young master, in order to protect you, it is now possible..."

At this moment, in the distance, there was a voice, 'Quick, here they are.' ’

'Young master, you go first, I'll hold them back.' Zhou Weixin immediately made a decision, the young man hesitated, his face was entangled, and said: "Uncle Zhou, I..." Zhou Weixin pushed him away, rushed to several black-clothed people who ran over, and shouted with his back to him: "Remember your father's words, run, live well, don't avenge us." ’

I saw Zhou Weixin fighting with a few black-clothed people who were chasing, and the young man finally stopped hesitating, raised his feet and ran all the way, kept running, kept running, and still didn't forget to look back from time to time, and suddenly, his footsteps were empty and he fell off the cliff..."

"Ahh

At this time, it was the early morning of the second day, the woman was preparing breakfast, and the middle-aged man was reviewing his martial arts lessons;

Just as he was about to eat breakfast, Ah Meng was the first to hear this sound, and ran out of the house and shouted, "Daddy, mother, he's awake" The two came in from outside the house, and saw the boy, who was about ten years old, leaning on a corner of the bed with a vigilance and trembling, still holding a pillow in his hand, ready to defend against anyone who approached him.

Looking at the boy's performance, he knew that he must have experienced something terrible, and even just woke up from a nightmare, the woman He Qingxue sat down on the edge of the bed and said warmly: "Little brother, don't be afraid, we are not bad people, yesterday, you fainted in the Cuilin Bamboo Sea, and it was my husband who carried you back to this Cuilin Bamboo Village." The boy was still vigilant;

At this time, Ah Meng innocently answered: "Yes, yes, mother, I didn't lie to you, it was really my father who saved you." The girl said this with a bit of ostentation

The boy looked up at the beautiful girl who answered, then at the girl's father and mother, and then lowered his head, but from time to time he secretly glanced at the people in front of him, but he never wanted to speak.

He Qingxue knew that maybe he hadn't come to his senses yet, so he didn't say anything, but motioned to the middle-aged Liu Yesheng to come in with breakfast, and said, "Little brother, eat breakfast first, and then have a good rest, just call us if you have anything." Then he walked out of the room with his family, and didn't ask anything more, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "There is another orphan in this world." ”

Liu Ruomeng asked puzzledly, "Mother, why are you sighing?"

He Qingxue didn't answer her question, but looked at her innocent eyes, and said a little dotingly: "Ah Meng, don't ask if you don't understand, let's go, let's have breakfast, today, my mother made your favorite green onion fish fillet porridge." ”

Looking at the back of the three of them leaving, a look of envy appeared in the young man's heart.

In the past few days, the young man has observed more than ten people in this house, four maids, two servants, a housekeeper, and this husband and wife's family of three, and he is not harmless to his meaning, not as vigilant and unfamiliar as when he first came;

Today, the four of them sat at a stone table in front of the courtyard and ate breakfast.

Liu Yesheng suddenly asked: "Little brother, I'm still used to living these days." ”

The boy replied very briefly, "It's fine." "Doesn't seem willing to say a word more.

Liu Yesheng asked again: "I've known each other for so long, I still don't know what the little brother's name is?"

However, because of this question, the young man was suddenly stunned, and the bowl he was still holding in his hand fell on the table at once, but he was thinking in his mind: "What is my name, why can't I remember?"

"What's wrong?" asked He Qingxue next to him.

The boy hugged his head in confusion and muttered, "What am I called, who am I, and where do I come from?"

He Qingxue grabbed the young man's hand, checked the pulse, and found nothing abnormal, thinking: "With my own medical skills, it is impossible not to find the symptoms, could it be that I am too frightened and have lost my memory." ”

Liu Yesheng saw that the young man was holding his head in a bit of a daze, muttering a broken word, so he said, "If you can't think of it, don't think about it for the time being." Maybe I'll remember it after a while. But the young man didn't seem to hear his words, seeing this, Liu Yesheng said to the maid next to him: "Dong'er, help this little brother back to the room to rest first!"

It is said that the boy is a nuisance because since Dong'er Yahuan and the other sisters were bought to be Yahuan at the age of eleven or twelve, they have not seen other living people for five years, and they have always lived here with the master's family and servants like themselves.