The sun is shining, the sun is hanging high in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight makes people a little unable to open their eyes....

"Dad, how long will it take to get there?"

On horseback, a tall man with a hat and an 8 or 9-year-old child in his arms had his mouth slightly open and his brow furrowed under the hat.

"It's coming, just walk for another half an hour. The tall man on horseback touched the hat on the child's head and laughed loudly.

When the boy heard this, his frown soothed slightly, and he turned his head to look at the woods by the side of the road, but did not reply.

Half an hour later, a majestic mountain range appeared in front of me, large and small mountains connected into a mountain range, and one of the giant peaks half hidden in the clouds and mist, like a sword straight into the sky, the strange rocks and trees on the peak slope are lined up, and the scales are connected one after another, which looks natural and harmonious.

The tall man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, turned over and dismounted, picked up the boy, his lips moved slightly, and a burst of white light flashed under his feet, and he galloped towards the hillside.

The man's body was as light as nothing, and he walked on the slope of the hill as if he were walking on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he had climbed a few hundred meters and reached the halfway point of the mountain.

In the midst of a dense wood, there was a young man sitting cross-legged, with red lips and white teeth, and pink skin like a porcelain doll.

The young man had a broad hilt on his shoulder, and his eyes were open with a faint flash of light, giving people the feeling that they were as sharp as a sword out of the body.

The young man arched his hand to the tall man, looked at the small sword that was handed over to him, and his eyes were very surprised, and the person was even more stunned.

Hearing the tall man's cough like clearing his throat, the young man came back to his senses, and hurriedly waved his hand, a white light flashed in his hand, and the trees and strange rocks moved rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a skyrocketing bluestone mountain road appeared in front of the two of them.

The tall man walked up with a child with a look of surprise on his face, and his steps were very fast.

On the top of the mountain, at the end of the mountain road, there was a young man in a white robe, who stood there at some point, looking at the figures of the two of them rushing towards him, and a trace of fanatical worship flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle Master, Master Ancestor is invited. The boy bowed, his face unusually respectful. Seeing this, the tall man nodded, smiled at the young man, and walked towards the Taoist temple on the hillside, as if he was familiar with the abnormality.

In the courtyard hall, a hollow incense burner on the desk in the middle is emitting faint white smoke, and a crane-haired and childish Taoist priest is sitting on a wooden chair next to the incense burner.

The Taoist priest looked at the child with a kind face, scraped it on the bridge of the child's pink nose, and then as if playing a trick, there was an extra crystal ball in his hand, and the colorful air currents in the ball, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, like ribbons, intertwined and flying, looked so beautiful.

"Come, child, put your hands on it. The Taoist priest looked at the surprise on the child's face and smiled.

The child glanced at the tall man inquiringly, and saw that he nodded, and there was a hint of excitement on his face, obviously very curious about the crystal ball.

As soon as the child's hand was put up, the colorful air flow of the crystal ball suddenly paused, and then followed the child's hand into the child's body.

The child felt a cool breath coming from the palm of his hand, and he was so shocked that he wanted to retract his hand. But there was a suction force on the crystal ball, and the little hand seemed to be glued to it, and it couldn't be pumped at all.

The child's eyes were worried, but he didn't notice anything unusual, and his eyes were wary.

Soon, the colorful air currents appeared in the crystal ball again, and the surface of the ball only flickered slightly, and there was no movement, and calm was restored.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest frowned, sighed, and shook his head lightly at the tall man.

The tall man exhaled slightly, arched his hand at the Taoist priest, and exhaled slightly.

"Let's go, Jian'er, let's go home. As he spoke, he hugged the child, turned around and walked down the mountain.

An hour later, on a forest path, the child's body was half leaning on the arms of the tall man, and the two of them were silent, and the atmosphere was quite depressing.

"Dad, didn't I do something good and make you unhappy. The boy said, his face sad.

"How can it be, Jian'er, you are smart and sensible, it's too late for Dad to be happy. The tall man replied, with a look of distress on his face.

"Then let's go to town quickly, my mother should miss us." When the child heard this, he was relieved.

At this moment, a sharp sound of "whoosh" suddenly broke the air in the mountains and forests, and several black lights were as fast as lightning, all shooting towards the tall man on horseback.

The tall man on the horse frowned, his lips moved slightly, and a round white light mask came out in response, protecting the two of them in the center.

The black light was a jet-black javelin, and the javelin pierced the light mask, and the tip of the spear was red, and a squeaky friction sound came.

However, the surface of the spirit shield seemed to flow slightly like water, and the javelin flew out violently as if it had been hit hard.

"Zhongwen, why don't you say hello when you come, I will do my best to be a landlord. ”

A middle-aged man stood on the ground, and there was a mountain-like coercion coming out of his body, and the air waves coming from the man's body in the dense forest made a "whining" sound.

The middle-aged man rode a 3-meter tiger, the giant tiger's fur was gray and white, and a 3-meter-long huge meat wing was on his back, and his eyes were full of fierce light, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

At this moment, the child only felt an overwhelming breath oppressing, and his body seemed to be pressed under the rocks, uncomfortable, and then his eyes rolled and he fainted directly...

Five years later, a clear stream flowed down from the mountains and forests between the mountains and forests. The stream and its banks were covered with large and small gray-brown stones, the largest ones were tall and the small ones were only the size of fingernails, and the stream was just below the calves of the boys.

"Quick, don't let it run," the brook approached the middle, and a teenager with a harpoon on his face slightly anxious.

The young man was wearing a gray-black cloth coat made of linen, and there were a few handprints mixed with dirt on his face, his eyebrows, nose and mouth looked ordinary, but a pair of eyes were extraordinary, making people look very comfortable, and there was a little white monkey standing on the young man's shoulder, only the size of an ordinary person's palm, and even cute.

A carp, white and red, looked like it weighed three or four pounds and was swimming past the boy's crotch, swimming rapidly into the deep pool a few meters away, and it was about to disappear.

"It's okay, it can't run," came an old voice.

I saw an old man with white hair and a big pipe pinned to his waist standing more than 1 meter behind the child, holding a pointed wooden stick in his hand, the old man's face was full of wrinkles, and he looked like he was over 70 years old, but he didn't see the weakness of the usual old man at all, his waist was straight, and he was still standing steady in the water, as if he was fixed in the water.

The old man's right leg stepped forward, and the wooden stick came out of his hand, and shot straight at the carp, straight into the carp's body, and then fixed in the water.

The carp snapped on the sticks, and a streak of red blood drifted through the stream.

"Wow, Grandpa Zhang, you're amazing. ”

The young man looked surprised, and hurriedly ran towards the carp on the stick, and the little monkey on his shoulder was startled, grabbed the young man's clothes, and swayed his body from side to side.

"Young master, you said that if you want to eat fish, let me go directly to the town to buy one, why did you come here and wait all morning to see such one." The old man touched his beard and smiled on his face, and the praise of the child was very useful.

"Xiaobai, this is not for you." The child looked at the monkey on his shoulder and squeaked and smiled.

"Let's go back quickly, Grandpa Zhang, it's almost noon, today is also my father's birthday, I want to give him a gift too." The boy picked up the carp, put on his shoes on the shore, showed two rows of white teeth, turned and ran towards a village not far away.

"Alas..."Grandpa Zhang looked at the child's back and sighed heavily, as if he was a little melancholy.

This young man's name is Hu Jian, and he is the son of the Hu family, a big family in the village, saying that he is a big family, but in fact, he is a maid named Xiaocui, and a subordinate is this Grandpa Zhang, but in Qingcun, a small village with only about 40 households, there are one or two maids and subordinates, which are also great big families in the eyes of other villagers.

Hu Jian is the only son in the family, he is very well-behaved and quiet on weekdays, unlike other teenagers who like to catch fish and touch shrimp, and today somehow, he pulled Grandpa Zhang to come to the stream next to the village to catch fish, and this catch waited for nearly a morning, not to mention the rest, the patience is amazing.

After a while, Hu Jian, who was standing at the entrance of the village, was surrounded by a group of children, looking at the white and red carp in Hu Jian's arms, the children's mouths made a wow surprise sound, and several boys also reached out and touched it, all with envy.

One is slightly taller than Hu Jian, with a healthy wheat color on his face, but a pair of small eyes that look like beans, looking at Hu Jian's slightly panting appearance, he hugged the carp from Hu Jian's arms, looked at it with a surprised face and said, "Xiao Jianzi, this carp is not easy to catch, where did you catch it?"

"It's in the stream at the east end of the village, Chen Jun, thank you, I didn't expect there to be fish there, if it weren't for you, I would have to run to the mountains 2 miles away to catch fish, Grandpa Zhang would definitely not want to take me there, I'll go back first, next time I'll invite you to eat chicken legs." Hu Jian wiped the beads of sweat from his head, took the carp from the hand of the young man named Ergou, and ran to the door. In such a remote village, the only delicacy in the eyes of these teenagers is chicken legs.

There's a carp in this creek? It's weird, it shouldn't be. A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the second dog, it was not that he had not caught it, at most it was a palm-sized grass carp, but he had never seen any carp.

This Chen Jun is the son of a fishmonger, nicknamed Ergouzi, many people in the mountains have nicknames, and the old village chief of the village said that the nickname is cheap, and he can suffer less when he is older in the future. The two dogs in this village are quite foreign, and some of them are all dogs, two stunned, and even shit and other nicknames, and this child called shit is the grandson of the village chief.

Anyway, Hu Jian ran into the house, said hello to Xiaocui, and plunged into the kitchen, busy working, removing scales, pickling fish, and preparing spices in an orderly manner, and seemed to be very skilled.

Xiaobai was hanging on the beam, nibbling on peanuts. Grandpa Zhang also walked in slowly, standing in the corner of the kitchen, holding a large pipe in his hand, spitting out one big smoke ring after another.

And Xiao Cui's face was slightly embarrassed, and she stood aside at a loss.

Xiaocui is a child of Ding Village in the next village, 7 years ago, her father was hunting in the mountains, and was bumped into by a blind bear who had just woken up from hibernation in the mountains, and was directly eaten alive by the blind bear. Xiaocui's mother because she didn't see her husband come back for a long time, went into the mountain to look for it, accidentally fell off the mountain and broke a leg, and later learned that her husband's bones were found in the bear blind man's cave, and she was depressed every day, and soon gave up.

In those years, the harvest was not good, and no one was willing to take her in, so she wandered around Qingcun and Ding Village, begging for some leftovers to fill her stomach. Hu Jian's mother, Zhao Ling, saw that Xiaocui was lonely and helpless, and also wanted to find a playmate for Hu Jian, so she took Xiaocui in.

I didn't think that Xiaocui, the child, was also very sensible, and he might be worried that he would become a burden, so he took on the housework of all sizes at home. Hu Jian's mother couldn't resist her, so she gave her some silver taels every month, thinking that Xiaocui would feel at ease and have a dowry in the future.

"Come and sit down, Xiao Cui, let the young master come by himself. Grandpa Zhang saw Xiaocui's appearance and said lightly.

"When will the young master make fish? Xiao Cui looks sixteen or seventeen years old, with big eyes and a fleshy face, but she doesn't look fat, but has some cute feelings. She wore a gray dress with a floral style and several patches on her clothes, and walked next to Grandpa Zhang.

"Alas, he wants to make himself a sweet and sour fish that the master loves to eat..."Grandpa Zhang looked at Hu Jian sweating profusely and adding firewood to the stove, Hu Jian's parents have been going out a lot recently, and when they come back, Hu Jian will hold a book in the outer courtyard while reading and waiting, and often wait in the outer courtyard until dark.

"Oh, by the way, what's going on lately, I haven't seen anyone come before, in recent months, some strangers have often come to the house, and a few days ago there was a person kneeling at the door of the master, what is this for?"

"Alas...."Grandpa Zhang sighed and did not answer.

At this time, Hu Jian held a bench, put it next to the pot stove, turned the fish over with a spatula, added some sugar and vinegar to it, sprinkled spices, and then covered the pot, turned around, and said, "It's about to come out of the pot, Sister Xiaocui, Grandpa Zhang, Daddy, how long will they come back?"

"It's estimated that I'll be back in half an hour, you take your time, don't worry" Grandpa Zhang spit out a puff of smoke rings and said slowly.

"Oh..." Hu Jian sighed, jumped down from the bench, looked at the fire in the stove, and added firewood to the stove from time to time.

Hu Jian's face was covered with sweat, and there were a few crystal clear fish scales on his sleeves, he had lived in Qingcun since he was born, except for a long trip, the rest was to go to the town for a walk. Hu Jian feels that he is very happy, his parents have stayed by his side since they were young, kiting, hunting, fishing, swimming, and studying and living very happily.

But in the past year, when he occasionally got up to go to the toilet, he found Hu Zhong often sitting in the yard, his brows furrowed, and he looked preoccupied.

He asked Zhao Ling sideways, but the answer he got was that it was fine, that is, his father had a migraine, and he was prone to make it at night and couldn't sleep.

After that, my father stopped sitting in the yard. But he faintly felt that something was wrong, although his father was normal every time he faced him, he would inadvertently still look down at his father's frowning brows, as if he had a very heavy heart. So he always thinks of ways to coax his parents to be happy, study hard, do his homework, and secretly save pocket money for Xiaocui to buy some Chinese medicine for headaches and boil it in soup for his father....

A quarter of an hour later, the smell of fish had already wafted away, the table had been set up with dishes and chopsticks, a table of steaming dishes, in the middle was the sweet and sour fish carefully prepared by Hu Jian, Hu Jian sat at the table, through the door, looking out of the courtyard to the entrance of the village.

Half an hour later, a hint of joy flashed on Hu Jian's face, and two figures on horseback appeared at the entrance of the village, in the direction of Hu Jian's home...

"Jian'er, my mother is back, do you miss me?" followed the voice, a woman in her 30s walked in.

The woman's eyes under the willow eyebrows are bright, her hair is coiled high, and she has two shallow dimples when she laughs.

Hearing this voice, Xiao Bai on Hu Jian's shoulder jumped down directly, grabbed Zhao Ling's clothes and climbed onto Zhao Ling's shoulder, and touched Zhao Ling's cheek with his little hand, seemingly very happy.

Immediately after, a man walked in slightly bent over, this man looked to be in his 40s, with sword eyebrows, more than eight feet tall, and very strong. The man also had a faint smile on his face, looking upright, but when he smiled, he looked innocent and abnormal, it was Hu Jian's father, Hu Zhong.

"Mother, father, you are back. Hu Jian ran over with an arrow step, hugging the two of them very happily.

"Today is your birthday, you must come back, the gift that my mother bought for you, happy birthday. Zhao Ling looked at Hu Jian and handed over a book, the title of which read four big characters "Millennium Yunguo".

Hu Jian looked at this book, with a happy smile on his face, he loves to read history books the most, and he loves to read many stories in them.

Grandpa Zhang next to him was wearing his beard, looking at Hu Jian's happy appearance, and the corners of his mouth also showed a smile.

"Okay, it's time to eat, Dad will take you to the forest to hunt in the afternoon, okay to catch a wild boar?" Hu Zhong touched Hu Jian's head.

"Really, that's great, thank you Dad. Hu Jian's voice was filled with joy.

"Eat and eat. Hu Zhong's mood sounded good.

Hu Zhong first threw a piece of chicken butt to Xiao Bai, and Xiao Bai on the ground jumped up, hugged the chicken butt and gnawed it. Strange to say, this little white seems to be particularly fond of chicken butts.

When Hu Zhong saw this, he smiled, put a piece of sweet and sour fish in his mouth, frowned, a trace of doubt appeared on his face, and turned to Hu Jian and said, "Today's sweet and sour fish is good, you kid made it?"

"That's right, sir, the young master spent a morning by the stream at the edge of the village to catch it, or did he make it himself. Before Hu Jian could speak, Grandpa Zhang replied on the side.

Hu Jian put a piece of fish in Hu Zhong's bowl, "Dad, happy birthday. ”

"Yes, you kid has a heart. Hu Zhong smiled and touched Hu Jian's head and gave Hu Jian a thumbs up.

"Mother, thank you for the gift you gave me, I like it very much. Hearing Hu Zhong's praise, Hu Jian was slightly embarrassed, and put a piece of sweet and sour fish into Zhao Ling's bowl.

"Well, my son is so good"...