Spring breeze and rain, the sky and the sun are beautiful. Today is another good day.

Spring in the southeast is very pleasant, both in terms of temperature and scenery, and the hills are not tall or short for hundreds of miles, and the freshness and beauty of them are indescribable.

"Stinky boy, come out quickly. ”

An old man over half a hundred years old looked at the thatched hut in the garden on the hill and shouted softly.

The old uncle was wearing a cotton coat that looked like a Mao suit, the surface of the cotton coat was originally blue, and the cotton clothes were washed a little white, and a few white silk threads were exposed from the seams.

Before the old uncle's words landed, a response came from the thatched house: "Hey, here comes the old man!"

It was a young man's voice, and then a young man hurried out of the thatched hut wearing a blue coat and holding half a steamed bun.

The teenager was wearing a white T-shirt and blue sweatpants, a blue jacket hanging half-on the ground, and a pair of branded sneakers on his feet.

When the old man saw the young man going out, he stopped urging him, turned his head and walked leisurely towards the foot of the mountain.

"Where's Senior Brother?"

The boy chased after him, and he didn't hold the steamed bun in his mouth anymore, but his mouth was stuffed with things, and his speech was a little blurred.

The old uncle swept the boy with a slightly drooping gaze, and the boy immediately closed his mouth and said no more.

"As long as you're lazy, your senior brother is very diligent in practicing. ”

Although the old uncle was talking about the young man, his tone was very light, without the slightest hint of criticism, nor the slightest hint of praise for the senior brother in the young man's mouth.

The boy smiled.

This young man is good-looking, with black hair, a pair of eyes that are more beautiful than a woman's eyes, and he is even more handsome and chic when he laughs, in a word, "handsome".

Of course, the boy doesn't seem to have this self-knowledge or this burden, although the hanging bangs are distinct, they look a little messy, it looks like they haven't been combed after getting up in the morning, and the reddish lips are full of steamed bread crumbs.

Soon, the old uncle led the boy to a grassland with a wide field of vision, the grassland is not large, and the area is only about three or four acres in size.

I saw that there were many scarecrows on the grassland, and there were several baskets on the road built one day on the side, and in the baskets were wooden swords, wooden knives, wooden guns, wooden halberds, wooden bows, wooden arrows, wooden axes, and so on.

"Are you still practicing bows and arrows today or are you practicing something else?"

The boy casually threw away a small branch that he had picked on the way to pick his teeth, and walked forward obediently.

The old uncle glanced at the mountains and forests, and then said to the young man: "Today, your senior brother has practiced bows and arrows, so you can practice Ge!"

"Buzz ......"

Suddenly, there was an inaudible sound from the mountains and forests, as if the strings were being plucked, which was very crisp and beautiful.

"Boom!"

A crisp knock on wood sounded, and at some point, an arrow was stuck in a scarecrow more than fifty meters away from the two of them.

It's just that there are not many arrows on the scarecrow, because the wooden arrows without arrows can continue to move forward after penetrating the stakes supporting the scarecrow, and the scarecrow's back is half the length of an arrow.

Before the boy could react, four wooden arrows fell on the four scarecrows to the left of the scarecrow in order, each with the force of just half as strong as it penetrated the stake in the scarecrow.

"Stinky boy, your bow and arrow talent doesn't need to be your senior brother, but your kendo talent can. "Glamorous e-books

The old uncle didn't pay attention to how the wooden arrows landed on the scarecrow, nor did he care if the length of the messages was consistent, but came to a basket and picked out a long hand from a pile of long weapons.

The young man didn't know: "Why do I have to practice other weapons when I have a high talent in kendo?"

"Because you weren't made for the sword, there are people in this world who feel that they were born for some kind of weapon, and no matter what others think, you were only born for yourself. ”

"What do you mean?"

"When you can't turn everything into a sword, you can only turn everything into a sword. ”

"Didn't you say that the Sword of All Things is not as magical as rumored, but it is very powerful?"

"That's why you have to practice, and it's not so bad if you practice, otherwise you don't know if it's used to stab or split if you give you a long ge?"

"Oh......"

The breeze blew, the boy took off his coat, and then began to do what he had to do every day - practice.

According to the old uncle's guidance, the young man quickly became proficient in the basic action of sweeping up and stabbing violently, and then the old uncle began to guide the young man to start some continuous moves.

Soon, the alarm clock that was set on the side rang, and the old uncle looked at the mountains and forests, and then let the young man who was practicing Ge rest first.

The young man walked over to the old uncle while wiping his sweat, and threw Mu Ge in his hand into the basket casually, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, regardless of whether his pants would be dirty.

"Where did Senior Brother go?"

The boy looked around.

The old uncle sighed imperceptibly: "Your senior brother can already accurately shoot the beast's eye and pierce its head from five hundred meters away, and now of course he has to go to a farther place to practice." ”

"Damn, 500 meters is so powerful, then if I fight with a fierce man like my senior brother, then wouldn't it be enough for me to escape 500 meters?

The young man suddenly felt that the bow and arrow were really good, and he took the enemy's head thousands of miles away, and he felt cool when he heard it.

The old uncle smiled and said:

"If the two of you fight, you use a sword and he uses a bow and arrow, you are five hundred meters away from him, then you will die, four hundred meters will also die, three hundred meters will only have a two-percent chance of winning, two hundred meters will have a three-percent chance, one hundred meters will have a fifty-percent chance, fifty meters will have eighty percent, and within ten meters, your senior brother will basically have no chance of winning."

The boy nodded as if he didn't understand.

After resting for a while, the old man took the boy back to the yard, the boy didn't know how to cook, and the old man did everything by himself, from washing rice and cooking rice to picking vegetables, cutting meat and cooking.

There is a patio in the vestibule in the courtyard, there is a wooden table and a few wooden benches next to the well, the young man sits in front of the table, looking at the books that the old uncle used to give him, the content of the scholars is all some internal meridians, acupoints, viscera and the like, and the old man's mouth does not seem to have much to do with the practice.

The content of the book is obscure, and the boy has read it many times, but he still can't understand many points.

"This is the source. It is the source of cultivation and the source of the meridians. ”

Just as the boy was about to close the page when he looked bored, a slender finger pointed to a certain place in the book, and the owner of the finger said something at the same time.

When the boy turned his head in surprise, he saw a man wearing a Hanfu and long hair walking into the house.

Thinking of the somewhat cold words just now, the young man scratched his somewhat messy hair and muttered, "Why is Senior Brother so cool at all times?"

"It's time to eat!"

At this moment, there was a slightly hoarse cry from the kitchen.