More than 100 miles in the north of Luoyang City, the plum blossom polder, nearly ten miles is full of plum trees of various colors, when the plum blossoms are in full bloom, the red, white, green and pink plum blossoms compete with each other and are very beautiful. There is a "Plum Blossom Villa" in the center of Meilin, "Plum Blossom Villa" is only a small sect in the martial arts, the owner Mei Qingjie is called "Plum Blossom Gentleman" and his kung fu is unfathomable, and the thirteen disciples are also top figures in the rivers and lakes. It's just that Mei Qingjie is withdrawn and doesn't like to take care of the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and his disciples rarely walk around the rivers and lakes, so he is a hidden sect. There are not many people who know in the martial arts, so there is no fame and prestige.

In November, the plum blossoms are already snow-covered, and the evening is even colder, and most of the people in the plum blossom villa have fallen asleep and are silent. On the path by the wall to the north of the villa, a fat and a thin middle-aged man in a white robe walked and chatted in a low voice. The fat man on the left put his hand to his mouth and muttered to the thin man next to him: "Senior Brother Su, wait a minute, drink two cups to drive away the cold after the change of guard, it's cold enough tonight." ”

Senior Brother Su stared at the wall with an empty face and replied expressionlessly: "Okay." ”

The fat man didn't care and continued: "I, Hou Yong, am just unlucky, I just have a stomach trouble in the morning, otherwise I will go out with Lao Shi to collect rent, and I don't have to blow a cold wind here tonight." "A look of annoyance.

"Don't always complain about others, do your job well. ”

"Yes, yes, my Senior Brother Su. ”

At that moment, a frightened voice came from the small attic in front of me.

Hou Yong said helplessly when he heard the voice: "This kid is going to have nightmares, and he won't be tired from coming here every once in a while." ”

"Don't talk about the wind and cold, Xiao Fengyang is pitiful enough to be hit by a big blow at a young age. ”

"Why do you say that this Uncle Feng was wiped out? I don't even know who the enemy is, there is enough to weaken! When the master brought this kid back, he was covered in blood, I thought he couldn't save it, but fortunately, this kid had a big life. ”

"Is life saved, or is it left with sequelae. Unless a miracle happens, there will be no chance of martial arts in this life. Senior Brother Su looked regretful.

"What's the matter, didn't you say that it was just temporary amnesia? Why can't you practice martial arts again?" Hou Yong's face was full of curiosity.

"I don't know, but I just saw Shizun talking to himself after taking Xiao Fengyang's pulse. ”

"Oh, senior brother, do you want to go over and see that kid?"

Senior Brother Su glanced at the small attic, and when he found that there was no movement, he thought, "I should be asleep." He waved his hand and said to Hou Yong: "I still don't want it, the light in the attic is not on, I should have slept again." ”

"Let's go around again. "Then he walked briskly.

Hou Yong had to follow quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the figures of the two had disappeared in the northwest corner.

The moonlight shone through the window into the small attic, and just as a ray of moonlight shone on the east bed, I saw a young man sitting in the corner of the bed with his arms in his arms. The young man was fifteen or sixteen years old, his hair was a little messy, his handsome little face was shrunk in a heap, his eyes were staring unconsciously ahead, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, as if he was not terrified.

This young man is the Feng Yang in Senior Brother Su's mouth, he has just been awakened by a nightmare, and his mood has been calm for a while, and he is still frightened in a dream. This dream has always haunted him for more than half a year, but after waking up from the dream, he can't remember the scene in the dream, the only thing he can remember is a blurred old man lying on the ground covered in blood, stretching out a blood-stained right hand, bleeding and spitting a hoarse voice: "Yang'er, you have to live well, don't think about revenge, don't reveal your identity in front of people, do things calmly and don't show your sharpness, don't lose the jade pendant on your body, don't expose it in front of people, remember, remember!"

Feng Yang slowly calmed his mind, although he didn't know what happened to make him amnesiac and couldn't remember the scene in the dream, he clearly remembered the words that the old man told him in the dream. Although it is not clear who the old man in the dream is and what his relationship is, in the dream the old man calls himself Yang'er, he must be his elder, and he must live according to his instructions. Thinking of this, I secretly made up my mind that from tomorrow onwards, I would go out of the door and live a good life, and I could no longer shrink in the room.

Feng Yang took a deep breath, set up the pillow and lay down. I said to myself, "Tomorrow must be a good day." ”

Time flies, the sun drills out of the mountain and smiles at the living beings on the earth. Didn't disappoint Feng Yang. The sky is blue, the sun is shining, and the wind and sun are beautiful.

Feng Yang got up early in the morning, dressed neatly, opened the door and walked to the porch, looking at the plum blossoms all over the mountain, as if in a sea of flowers, the fragrance of flowers was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Childe, you're awake, why don't you come out to blow the wind, don't get cold, come into the house and have breakfast. Feng Yang looked at it in a blink of an eye, only to see an emerald green dress, a maid dressed as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, and walking towards him quickly with a food box in her hand.

He knew that the maidservants in the Plum Blossom Villa were divided into three classes, divided by the color of the dress: the first class was emerald green, the second class was dark green, and the third class was dark green.

This maid in the green skirt is the maid next to the "plum blossom gentleman" Mei Qingjie, who came to take care of her daily life during this time, and the two have been quite familiar with each other in the past few months: "Sister Mei'er is early." ”

"Come in and have breakfast. Mei'er walked into the attic with the food box first.

Feng Yang then walked into the attic, and Mei'er opened the food box and took out two plates of side dishes and a bowl of gruel and put them on the table. Breakfast has been very light in the past few months.

Mei'er saw Feng Yang eating happily and couldn't help asking, "Is Childe delicious?" Will the porridge be too little, or I'll come out and bring two more bowls." ”

"No, you can't eat more. ”

"How do you feel about your body today?" asked Mei'er with concern.

"Okay, almost. Feng Yang put down the bowl and replied.

"Today is the triennial martial arts competition for the disciples of Zhuangli, do you want to go over and have a look?"

"Okay. The wind raised his spirits, and he quickly stood up and was about to walk out.

"Come with me and take the dishes to the kitchen. As he spoke, he put away the dishes on the table.

"Well, okay. "In fact, although Feng Yang is a child's heart, he is not naïve to this point, he has always been uneasy to recuperate here in the past few months, and this feeling is even worse when he sees Mei Qingjie.

Mei'er lifted the food box and said, "Let's go." He turned and walked out of the attic.

After a while, the two came to the kitchen, and Mei'er put down the food box and pulled Feng Yang to the back door.

"Is the tournament taking place in the back mountain?"

"The martial arts training ground is on the back mountain," Mei'er didn't stop and responded as she walked.

Feng Yang only walked out of the small attic for the first time in the past few months, and he had never been to Plum Blossom Villa before, so he asked.

Mei'er pulled the wind along the bluestone road outside the back door, but fortunately, it was not difficult to clean up the snow on the bluestone road in the morning.

"Sister Mei'er, don't go too fast, I can't keep up. The wind lifted his footsteps, his feet were heavy, and he was panting, and he followed behind. Due to the injury and the meridians, the internal strength of the body is lost, and the body is seriously injured, and the body is a little difficult to climb the mountain road when he is just recovering from the injury.

"Okay, you're going to get there if you work harder," Mei'er stood in front with her hands on her waist, a little impatient.

Feng Yang dragged his heavy legs with great difficulty, and finally walked into the martial arts training ground in Mei'er's half-pulled and half-supported. I saw that this martial arts training ground located on the mountainside was paved with bluestone slabs to form a hundred-zhang wide Dacheng, and the bluestone in the west of Cheng was built into a platform five zhang high, five zhang wide and ten zhang long. In the middle of the platform, there are two Taishi chairs, behind the chair erects a flagpole more than ten zhang high, on the flagpole a white cotton bottom, embroidered with gold wire "Plum Blossom Villa" flag weaving with the wind flying, shining in the sun, very dazzling.

There are high platforms on the left and right sides of the bluestone platform that are more than one zhang high and ten zhang square.

On each side of the martial arts training ground stood two rows of disciples holding long swords, ranging in age from fifteen or sixteen to forty or fifty. On the left is a male disciple wearing a white robe embroidered with plum blossoms of different colors on his chest, there are thirty or forty people, and on the right, there are only more than twenty people, all female disciples are wearing pink long skirts, and the chest is also embroidered with plum blossoms of various colors.

At the entrance of the martial arts training ground, Feng Yang took a few deep breaths and calmed his breath slightly, his eyes swept over the disciples on the field, and his right hand gently pulled Mei'er's cuffs and asked curiously, "Sister Mei'er, why are the plum blossoms on their chests different in color?"

"The plum blossom color on their clothes represents the height of the position, the plum blossoms embroidered by the owner and his wife are golden, the elders are green plum blossoms, and the other colors represent the level of kung fu, red is the highest, orange is second, yellow again, and gray is the general villager. Mei'er patiently explained.

When Feng Yang wanted to ask again, a loud voice came from behind: "The owner and the lady have arrived." ”

I saw a group of people walking in at the entrance, walking in front of Mei Qingjie, known as the "plum blossom gentleman", with silver hair, white eyebrows and silver beard, smiling, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, very harmonious and amiable, wearing a white robe, embroidered with a golden plum blossom on the chest, like a fairy family descending in the sun. Beside her, she was wearing a green cotton skirt with golden plum blossoms embroidered on her chest, and a phoenix hairpin was inserted in her head, and Yi Xiaojun, a very beautiful middle-aged woman, was called "Plum Blossom Fairy" and her husband were also called "Meizhuang Shuangsheng". The four disciples followed behind the two of them in two ways, although they were of different ages, they all had green plums embroidered on their chests.

All the disciples on the field saluted and shouted in unison: "Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Sister, Master Nearly 100 people chanted in unison, and the momentum was very shocking!

Feng Yang hurriedly bowed.

A breeze blew, and Mei Qingjie and the others had already arrived at his side, "Yang'er, you come with me." Mei Qingjie smiled and waved to the wind.

Feng Yang responded and Mei'er followed behind and walked to the bluestone platform, only to see Mei Qingjie and his wife and the four disciples go on the stage without making a move, and the four disciples stand on both sides. Mei Qingjie stood in front of the chair on the left and said to the disciples in the audience: "Today is the day of the triennial martial arts competition in our mountain villa, which is aimed at testing the progress of the disciples in the past three years. ”

Turning his head to the wind, he beckoned and said, "Mei'er brings Yang'er up." Then he sat down in his chair.

Mei'er saw Feng Yang walking behind the stone platform and couldn't help asking, "What is the stinky boy doing?"

"Look for the steps. ”

"There are no steps on this bluestone platform. ”

"How do you get up there?"

"Jump up, stupid. ”

Feng Yang looked at the bluestone platform and was embarrassed: "I can't go up." ”

"I'll take you up" didn't wait for Feng Yang to make a decision, he should pull his shoulders and jump up, it can be seen that Mei'er's skills are still good.

Feng Yang was just about to express his doubts, but he announced that he was already on stage. I couldn't help but look at Mei'er blankly with a look of disbelief.

"Look at what scares you, let's go. Pulling Feng Yang, he walked to Mei Qingjie and stood up.

"You are just healing, do you feel cold on stage?" asked Mei Qingjie with a kind face.

"It's not cold, thank you uncle for asking" Feng Yang replied respectfully.

"That's good, it seems that the recovery is good, but don't blow the wind for too long, you can go back and rest in a while." "A look of love.

"Yes, uncle. ”

"How can you be polite to me, you child? ”

"Master Zhuang, has the competition begun?" asked the middle-aged disciple with a short beard with a scar on the right side of his face on the left.

Mei Qingjie sat up straight and waved his hand, "Well, let's start then." ”

Scarface stood on the edge of the stage and swung his right hand to the right. I saw a disciple in the audience on the right walking to the stage with a wooden box and putting it on the square table that had been prepared earlier.

Scarface waited for the box to be placed before he said, "All the disciples who want to compete, please go to the box in order to get a number ball, and find the opponent to compete with the number on the ball." The number one opponent is the number two, the number three opponent is the number four, and so on, the winner of the competition enters the next round, and the loser is eliminated. Do you understand?"

"Understood. All the disciples in the audience responded in unison.

"After everyone gets the number ball, they go to the right side and register their numbers and their names, wait a while to divide into groups, and compete in half an hour. Each two groups at the same time, this year just twenty-four people signed up for the competition, three this morning, three in the afternoon, today's winning players, tomorrow and then the competition, divided into three days. Okay, let's go get the number balls. ”

Scarface retreated in front of Mei Qingjie and said, "Please ask the owner and Mrs. to rest below." ”

Mei Qingjie stood up and smiled at Feng Yang and said, "Yang'er, come to my room in the afternoon." ”

Feng Yang shook his body and said, "Yes, uncle." ”

Mei Qingjie stopped and turned around and floated down the bluestone platform, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

"Mei'er, go back too. Yi Xiaojun gave a command to Mei'er, jumped off the bluestone platform and turned into a green shadow and disappeared into the martial arts training ground in an instant.

Mei'er waved to a few elders and said, "Elders, let's go back first. "Pull the wind and jump off the bluestone platform.

When Feng Yang waited for his reaction, he had been taken off the stage by Mei'er, so he had to turn around and bow to the elders on the stage and said, "The disciple will retire first." "Follow Mei'er down the martial arts training ground.