As the night deepens, the stars rise

After a simple dinner, Yang Nanguan went straight back to the room, and after entering the house, he plugged in the latch and took off his shoes and went to bed, still with a faint red mark on his face.

After settling down, Yang Nanguan took out the wood carving from his arms and carefully rubbed it and checked it.

The wood carvings are smooth to the touch, like a fine piece of jade, with a faint sheen in the candlelight, and it is clear that the wood used is extraordinary.

Yang Nanguan tapped lightly, and the sound felt as if it was solid, not like something could be hidden.

In the scorching brass tripod, this wood carving once emitted a touch of blue light, with an icy air to isolate the high temperature, although I don't know why I fell unconscious, but these Yang Nanguan can remember clearly.

At that time, he was inexplicably unconscious, and after that, it was inconvenient to take out the eyes of many people, and it was not until this time that Yang Nanguan could take a good look at the mystery of this wood carving, but the old man said that there was something in this wood carving.

After checking the wood carvings back and forth for a long time, Yang Nanguan was disappointed and failed to find a little peculiarity on it.

After accepting the wood carving and putting it in his arms, Yang Nanguan lay flat on the bed, his hands on his head, and began to recall all the things that happened today.

When I arrived at a dart bureau, I lived in an attic, drenched in a rainstorm, drank a pot of hot tea, and got drunk......

Also, I was slapped for no reason......

"Old man, I miss you. Yang Nanguan retracted his chaotic thoughts and muttered softly.

It has been half a month since he left Huoyang Valley, and in the dead of night at this moment, Yang Nanguan especially misses the ordinary life in the valley, and especially misses the slightly hunchbacked old man.

After calming down his mood, Yang Nanguan wanted to meditate and cultivate, but found that no matter how he abandoned distracting thoughts, he couldn't calm down, and after a few attempts, he gave up, put on his shoes and wanted to go outside to blow the wind and relax.

Pulling out the latch and opening the door, Yang Nanguan walked out, standing on the steps and stretching.

In the room of the two brothers next door, Gu Xiaohong's intermittent reading sound and Gu Dahong's tireless urging voice were faintly heard, the voice was very soft but very clear.

Only three or four of the forty or so compartments were lit, and the rest were pitch black, and I wondered if the dart masters were not there or had already slept.

Perhaps there was a rain in the afternoon, and the wind in the evening was very cool, not lukewarm, not wet or dry, and it could make people wake up at once.

Looking up at the waning moon that was missing at this time, Yang Nanguan took a deep breath and passed through his internal organs, and then slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

With a slight movement in his heart, Yang Nanguan walked down the steps and scattered in the West Courtyard.

With his hands on his back and his head looking up at the moon, Yang Nanguan walked very slowly at first, like a leisurely stroll, and the moonlight pulled the shadow of the young man to a long time.

Suddenly, I don't know if it was an illusion, the young man stepped out, but the shadow did not move, as if he was stunned for a moment before he followed.

One step, two steps, three steps, the young man's speed suddenly increased, and his figure suddenly blurred, looking a little ethereal.

Although he only walked within a zhang, the figure of the young man was elusive, making it impossible to distinguish which was the main and which was the shadow, and when he walked, when the footsteps fell, there was almost no sound, like a fallen leaf gently touching the ground.

Move every inch, three steps of the dragon!

Three-step lost dragon, six-step dragon-seeking, nine-step dragon!

After five years of practice, in the words of the old man, it is a great success to be barely able to take a dragon's steps, and there is no need to worry about being killed by someone when facing the enemy.

As for Yang Nanguan, who has stepped on the snow without a trace and tread the river without waves, he has not touched even a trace of the door at all, and he has not even seen the door.

The old man said that it is easy to learn the dragon, it is difficult to find the dragon, and it is even more difficult to swim the dragon.

Taking the dragon step and blowing the refreshing evening breeze, Yang Nanguan slowly calmed down.

In the distance, a tree of red cotton leaves is shady, casting a mottled shadow in the moonlight, and a shadow leans against the red cotton tree that has grown to more than two zhang high, looking at the sky with a blurred gaze.

backyard

An eight-zhang square, more than six-foot-high martial arts training platform stood in the middle, surrounded by a group of dart masters.

On the martial arts training platform, the two five big and three thick dart masters are fighting bare-chested, and they seem to be equal, and the two of them have no less than seventy moves, and they don't see which side has a decline, but there are some tricks that have won the applause of the dart masters who watched the battle.

"Are you really not going?"

In the corner of the backyard, there is a dragon tea tree from the south, which has grown for twenty-six years, more than three zhang high, and the tea fragrance is faint.

The three figures under the tea tree stood quietly, looking at their faces, they were the three little masters in the dart game, the three remnants of the southern country, Bei Shangji, Du Li, and Zhu Yao.

The person who spoke was Zhu Yao, his yellowed left eye moved slightly, and his intact right eye looked straight at a figure in front of him that had been silent for a long time.

"Forget it. ”

Bei Shangji closed his eyes, raised his head and slowly spit out two words to the waning moon in the sky, then took a deep breath, and said softly without hearing sadness and joy: "It's time to let go." ”

"Actually, it's long overdue, and now it's a good day. Du Li smiled, a smile on his face.

The dart board was not originally called the North Dart Bureau, and the scale was not as big as it is now, the previous dart head was called Du Li, and the big dart head was called Zhu Yao, and the two of them settled in the Eastern Regions of the Central Plains ten years before the death of the Southern Kingdom, and opened a small dart board.

Twenty-six years ago, in the year of the death of the dynasty, the two people who were only four martial artists borrowed the dart to return to the south, and on the way they met a young man named Beishangji, and there was a small dart head called Beishangji in the dart game.

Du Li still remembers that the young man who died both the country and the family held his breath, at that time, he was only worthy of the fifth grade of cultivation, three years to break the fourth grade, nine years into the third grade, fourteen years to cultivate to the top of the third grade, only half a step away from the second grade of the grandmaster, not a step, but half a step!

For twenty-six years, Du Li and Zhu Yao watched Bei Shangjie little by little and never understand anything, only the stunned young man full of hatred slowly became calm and old-fashioned, and then slowly married a wife and had children, and took over the dart game from his own hands to make it stronger......

The piece of parchment brought by Old Man Zhao on this trip was taken out of his arms by Bei Shangji, and his name was found from it, and then the internal force gathered on his fingertips and erased his name.

Old Man Zhao is the contact person of the Eastern Regions of the Southern Regions, and the names on the parchment are all the remnants of the Southern Kingdom, and those who are qualified to be on the paper are all the remnants who have strength or power in the Eastern Regions.

Erasing one's name is equivalent to not intervening in the matter, and if you don't erase it, you need to gamble on all the chances of going for a slim chance.

Even this time, this kind of paper has appeared twice, the previous time he was not qualified to go to the north on the paper, this time with qualifications, he chooses, give up, for the sake of his wife and children and today's ordinary life, he chooses to give up the obsession of insisting on 26 years!

is dead, in fact, only Bei Shangji is difficult to let go of the three of them, but tonight, he also let go, and he doesn't want to gamble all the slim opportunities to fight, and the dull days are not bad, so be it.

In the deepest part of the backyard, one or two dog barks faintly came from a small courtyard in a courtyard.

Approaching June, a tree of red cotton has already fallen for a long time, the green leaves that grow are full of vitality, the thick body of the two people hugging is gray and white, the rough bark is like the wrinkles of the old man, and the cocoon is independent, as if it has spent a very long time.

However, this red cotton tree is actually the same age as the girl in the tree, and it is only six or seven years older than the big yellow dog that is circling around the girl.

Under the tree, Bei Shangji leaned on the red cotton planted by his father himself on the day he was born, sat directly on the ground with his cheeks propped up, the sleeve of his left arm rolled up, and the red sand that had existed for fifteen years on Ruyu's skin was gone.

The evening breeze was slightly cool, blowing the girl's somewhat messy sideburns.

"Rhubarb, can you understand me?"

"Wangwang" and Gu Xiaopang's big yellow dog of the same age wagged his tail, and his big head rubbed against Bei Shangyun.

"Rhubarb, don't make a fuss. ”

Bei Shangyun said softly, reached out and touched the rhubarb, who obediently lay down beside the girl, squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and spit out his big tongue with his mouth open.

"Rhubarb, what do you think it's like to like it?"

After a long time, Bei Shangyun muttered, as if he was asking Rhubarb, and also seemed to be asking himself.

The appearance of a bald boy appeared in the girl's mind, becoming clearer and clearer, and the confused and resentful little eyes that were slapped by himself can still be recalled clearly......

Suddenly, Bei Shangyun heard the sound of soft footsteps, and the girl did not look up, but hurriedly put down the rolled up sleeves first, but it was still a step too late.

"Little sister, you ......"

Bei Shangwen looked at Bei Shangyun's left arm, which should have been guarding the palace, and his eyes shrank.

"Brother. Bei Shangyun still looked up, just slowly lowered his sleeves, and said softly: "Help me keep it secret, okay?"

"Good. Without asking too much, Bei Shangwen responded and sat down next to the little sister.

"Can you tell my brother which rabbit cub it is?" asked Bei Shangwen softly, looking up at the sky, leaning his head against the cotton tree.

"No, you can't. The girl's face was slightly red, and she refused.

"Okay, then brother won't ask. ”

......

"Isn't that Yang Nanguan?"

"No, it's not, brother, didn't you say you wouldn't ask?"

"Okay, okay, don't ask, don't ask. ”

"Little Sister ,......"

"Rhubarb, bite him!"

"Wang, Wang, Wang......"

A yellow shadow soared up in the posture of a vicious dog pounced, and pounced on Kita, and the big tongue licked his face.

"Hey, you're a dog who eats inside and out, but I brought you back, ah, don't lick, don't lick ......"

Three hours have passed in a flash, and at this moment, it is already ugly

The younger brother on his side was already asleep, but Gu Dahong was lying on the bed tossing and turning, not feeling sleepy at all.

Seven years ago, when his parents were killed by a bandit, his younger brother was one year old, and he was only seven years old, helpless, but fortunately, the dart bureau was willing to take them in and raise them two idlers.

Not only was he exempted from five taels of silver per month, but he also arranged a job for himself to fetch water and chop firewood, a bucket of water and three wen, and a load of firewood and five wen, Gu Dahong was very grateful to the dart game, and he was also very grateful to the girl who often came to help.

Yesterday, a young man named Yang Nanguan lived next door, Gu Dahong could see and feel it, Bei Shangyun seemed to have a little hazy emotion towards him, and the girl's soul several times this day made the meticulous Gu Dahong in his eyes and in his heart.

Sitting up and gently touching his younger brother's sleeping face, Gu Dahong sighed, got out of bed lightly, and lit a small candle.

By the faint light of the candle, Gu Dahong took out a yellowed book from the mezzanine of the table, brushed it up, and gently opened it.

This is a book of internal strength, and it is also the only relic left by his parents, Gu Dahong remembers that when they were still alive, they said that this secret book was an ancestral old thing, and their Gu family practiced this internal strength from generation to generation.

Parents are old people in the dart game, and Du Li, Zhu Yao have a very good relationship with the two dart heads, so the martial arts practice of himself and his younger brother was personally taught by the two uncles.

Uncle Du's teaching qualifications are dull, and his younger brother, who is talented but has a detached personality, was handed over to Uncle Zhu to have a headache, and he was so angry that he jumped to his feet in three days.

The name of the internal power is the Moving Mountain Sutra, which is very down-to-earth and domineering.

The first half of the Moving Mountain Sutra seems to be a very rare practice of the outer family, and the second half is the practice of the inner family.

Du Li once wanted Gu Dahong to practice his exercises, but Gu Dahong refused, and just followed Du Li to learn some martial arts moves, and the inner strength and heart method were practiced in the second half of the Mountain Moving Sutra.

According to the first half, there are many, many herbs required to practice this skill, and most of these herbs have never been known to Gu Dahong, so he has to give up.

Because of her dull qualifications, the beauty who is only one year older than herself has reached the top of the five grades, but she only has the power of the second tripod, and the gap is like a moat.

However, Gu Dahong firmly believes that one day he will stand in front of her and have the strength to shield her from all the wind and rain, and all this needs to be exchanged for unremitting diligence.

As soon as he thought of this, Gu Dahong's eyes flashed, and he silently read the Inner Scripture of Moving Mountains, feeling the slightest trace of internal force in his body......

The waning moon shone a cold light, and the moonlit night was silent.