Ye Mingke has always felt that although his uncle is inconvenient and silent on the surface, according to what is said in the romance book, the more low-key people are, the more likely they are to be unborn masters.

"Minko. Someone called lightly.

Mingke opened his eyes.

The night is still dark, the sky is not bright, and the lone lamp in the room is like a bean.

There is one person in the room, and it is an uncle.

His face reflecting the lonely lamp was half-bright and half-dark, solemn and lonely.

"Here it becomes, come with me. ”

The words fell and turned around.

The sound of my uncle's wheelchair rolling out of the room echoed in the darkness and silence before dawn.

Ye Mingke got up and went out, his uncle turned his back to him, and suddenly waved his hand back.

A flash of cold light.

Ye Mingke turned his head and saw a sword as cold as snow.

Uncle looked up at the sky, and his voice was as lonely as snow.

"Today, I will teach you peerless martial arts!"

......

"Mingke" was called lightly.

Minke rubbed his eyes, woke up from his dream, and opened his eyes.

The night is still dark, the sky is not bright, and the lone lamp in the room is like a bean.

There is one person in the room, and it is an uncle.

His face reflecting the lonely lamp was half-bright and half-dark, solemn and lonely.

"Here it becomes, come with me. ”

The words fell and turned around.

The sound of my uncle's wheelchair rolling out of the room echoed in the darkness and silence before dawn.

Ye Mingke jumped out of the door excitedly, his uncle turned his back to him, and suddenly waved his hand back.

"Bang".

Ye Mingke turned his head and saw a handful of cold light like snow...... Hey, this sword is so familiar.

Uncle pointed to a pile of firewood in the courtyard.

"Quick, chop this firewood. ”

Ye Mingke inhaled sharply. Inhale.

This uncle must be fake, right?

What if he tries to laugh and suddenly wants to cry?

.......

"Uncle, what about the good training?"

Ye Mingke squatted listlessly on the ground, holding the cold sword in his dream.... The familiar woodcutter in reality draws circles one after another on the ground......

"Chopping wood is training. Uncle Jian said.

"Didn't I go up to the mountains every day to chop firewood, is there anything different?" Ye Mingke continued to draw circles.

"It's not the same. You call it chopping wood, and this one is chopping wood, and I used to chop all the firewood in the house. ”

"Uh-huh, have you shown your true face? After cooking and chopping wood, you want to let me do the chopping firewood?" Ye Mingke looked at him with a calm face and a small look of serious suspicion.

"Yes. Uncle Jian said.

"Uncle, you are so honest. Ye Mingke cried and laughed.

"Our family's firewood chopping requirements are quite special, and I was afraid that you would be too young to learn. ”

"What's the difference?"

"How big is your tail?"

"Tail finger?" Ye Mingke suspiciously retracted the other four fingers of his left hand and compared the tail finger to his uncle.

"Optimistic. Uncle Jian glanced at him lightly, sat in a wheelchair, and picked up another firewood knife. The next moment, Ye Mingke was so shocked that he couldn't help but stand up.

He heard the sound of breaking wind and slashing almost in unison, and the sounds stretched out into one voice, as if they were two different but equally beautiful arias.

The climax of the aria suddenly stopped, but there seemed to be an aftersound echoing in the air.

"Uncle, you chop wood so nicely. ”

Ye Mingke walked to the wooden stake and squatted down to look at the piece of wood that had been cut into countless pieces, and found that those pieces were neat and identical, all the size of his tail finger.

"Inside the half-burnt incense, a thousand pieces of wood the same size as your tail finger are split, at least the difference is not visible to the naked eye. Even if you complete the first objective. ”

"It's so hard. Ye Mingke scratched his head, although he hadn't tried it yet, he could already foresee his dark future.

"But, uncle, what's the use of cutting like this?"

Uncle Jian was silent.

"It's easier to burn. ”

......

At noon, Ye Mingke, who was tired of being a dog after chopping firewood all morning, didn't have to worry about the problem of "overflow", and chatted with Tao Yao, who came back from class on the first day, while holding a rice bowl and gobbling it up.

"So how did you cultivate in the academy?"

"The master taught us what to knock on Jinjin, swallow jade liquid, and guard the Yuan Shen, mainly what meditation and the like, but I don't know very much, I slept all morning while meditating, hehe. ”

Tao Yao touched his big head and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Ye Mingke glanced at Tao Yao's newly worn white clothes distributed by the school, and then looked back at himself covered in sawdust, and suddenly felt sad.

Listen and see, how immortal and comfortable other people's cultivation is, why are you so bitter?

Ye Mingke sniffed, buried his head and took two more mouthfuls of food to comfort his injured little heart.

"By the way, did Qiaoqiao go to school?" Ye Mingke asked.

"Yes, I saw her today. Tao Yao said.

"She's my sister, I'm not in the school, you have to protect her for me, and you can't let people bully her," Ye Mingke said seriously.

"Don't worry, your sister is also my sister, others can bully me, but I won't agree to bully her. Tao Yao clenched his big fist, twisted his eyebrows, and tried to make a fierce appearance with his innocent face.

It's a pity that it's not vicious at all, and it's a little cute.

"You, you can't be bullied yourself, you know?" Ye Mingke patted him on the head angrily and funny.

"I heard that Li Yin, who used to bully you, also went to school, if he bullied you, remember to come back and tell me. But...... Oops, he went to school, I don't know if I can beat him in the future. ”

Ye Mingke grimaced and said stupidly.

"It's okay, I'll work hard myself, and Ming Ke will definitely be able to become very powerful. Tao Yao was determined.

"Hopefully, I don't know what this afternoon's training is, and I hope it doesn't have anything to do with chopping wood. "Ming Ke is very authentic.

"That's right, Minko. Tao Yao glanced inside the door, "Why didn't your uncle strike iron today?"

Ye Mingke's eyes narrowed, and he unconsciously clenched the bowl in his hand, gritting his teeth.

"He despised the wood I chopped, and said that he would use it to make fire and strike iron, but the iron would not agree!"

Ye Mingke remembered his uncle's compassionate gaze when he looked at the timber he had worked so hard to chop half a palm, a palm or an arm's size after breakfast. Quite a big fire.

......

"Uncle, what is the training in the afternoon?" Ye Mingke.

"Climb the mountain. ”

"......" Ye Mingke.

"Don't I usually crawl every day?"

"It's not the same. ”

"Nothing different. ”

"The mountains climbed are different. ”

"What mountain?"

"The back hill of our house. ”

"Isn't that a forbidden mountain? Didn't you say you couldn't go up before?"

"That was once upon a time. And..... You can go up and talk about it. ”

Back in the mountain, Ye Mingke stood at the bottom of the mountain from afar, looking at the rugged mountain in front of him.

The mountain is not very high, although it is very steep, but there is a lot of vegetation, and it is not difficult for a child who grows in the mountains and forests to climb.

"Climbing to the top of the mountain is one goal, and climbing to the top of the mountain is two goals. ”

Ye Mingke repeated what Uncle Jian had just said to himself.

He walked cautiously and step by step towards the mountain.

"No traps?"

"There is no maze of mountain closures?"

"No scary visions?"

He walked to the foot of the mountain with some surprise.

"Could it be that Uncle will also give you a score question?"

He was very excited to step on the craggy mountain like a sword, but suddenly he felt a very bright light flash at the top of the mountain.

"Boom"

The next moment, Ye Mingke felt as if something had exploded in his head, he shook it, and fainted at the foot of the mountain with a "bang".

The very bright light on the top of the mountain jumped and jumped, like a mischievous child who had succeeded in mischievous.

This is not a sub-question, but a proposition.......

He didn't know that on that dark full moon night not long ago, this craggy mountain had bloomed with a sky-piercing sword light that almost split heaven and earth.

The uncle in the bamboo hut in the distance raised his head and smiled softly, as if he was facing an old man beside him.

"You said that I should teach him to learn the sword, and not play the piano like a big man like you. ”

"I haven't been able to teach him, but now I can, but unfortunately, it's only been six years. ”

"Six Years ......"

.......

"So, your training this afternoon was to sleep at the foot of the mountain and have a nightmare for the afternoon?" Tao Yao asked curiously.

"Don't mention it, I feel more tired than chopping firewood in the morning. Ye Mingke, who was pale, was holding a rice bowl in his hand, but he felt that he had no appetite.

"It's all snakes in my dreams, it's all snakes. ”

Although he tried his best not to want to, Ming Ke, who was still reminded of the nightmare scene by Tao Yao's words, screamed, and felt sick to his stomach and goosebumps.

Well, I don't have to eat tonight.

However, tonight you can skip dinner, but there is still training.

......

And finally, at night.

Ye Mingke looked at the Go in front of him and his beautiful and sassy aunt, and was very happy.

"Auntie, it's still hello, this chess move is good, elegant and comfortable. Ye Mingke, who had been tortured by training for a day, rubbed his hands and said excitedly.

"That is, who called me the aunt who loves you the most? Aunt Long looked at him and smiled proudly.

"Come, as long as you can win my game, even if you achieve a goal, and let the son sixteen. ”

Aunt Long grabbed a handful of white pieces from her side, and then slowly let go of her hand on the stone plate, and the round chess pieces fell and jumped on the stone plate one by one, making a crisp and beautiful sound, which happened to be sixteen sounds and sixteen.

"It's not good, I learned a little bit from your aunt before. Ye Mingke rubbed his hands even more excitedly, worrying insincerely.

"It's okay, keep it simple so you won't have too much effort. "Aunt Long is considerate and authentic.

"Then let's get started. Ye Mingke said with a bright smile.

"Okay. Aunt Long also smiled brightly, and then she took out two black cloths from under the bed, one handed to Ming Ke, and the other blindfolded herself.

Ye Mingke's smile suddenly froze.

"Quick, let's start with the blindfolded!" said Aunt Long, who was blindfolded, with a thoughtful smile.

"......" Ye Mingke.

On the hellish difficulty of blind chess.

1. Auditory and spatial sense. The player must rely on his sense of hearing to distinguish where his opponent's move has landed, with the accuracy of the grid on the board.

Second, memory. The chess player must rely on his memory and memorize all the layouts on the board.

Third, the mind is divided into two uses, and the chess holder must deduce the moves while memorizing the layout of the chessboard.

There is no suspense, someone who often puts the chess pieces outside the chessboard, even if the opponent concedes sixteen, is still slaughtered again and again before the chess reaches the middle game.

I finally got to the end of the training.

Ye Mingke, who lost to the point of losing his temper, took off the black cloth in front of him sweating profusely, his face was pale and his spirit was exhausted.

He looked at his aunt, who looked relaxed and a little bored in front of him, waved his hand, and shook his head with palpitations.

"No, no, aunt, I feel like my body has been hollowed out by you. ”

"Bang"

"Oops. ”

A child was slapped to the ground by his aunt.

"You bear child, what lines in Dabai's glamorous story are you learning?"