At the beginning of the day after the rain, a seven-colored rainbow stretched across the sky, dazzling with dazzling colors.

In the courtyard of a farmhouse, three figures stand quietly, bathed in the spring breeze, breathing in the fresh air.

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly. Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the place where I have always been, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine when I return.

Yanshan looked at the distant mountains and chanted a song "Fixing the Storm", looking stunned and thoughtful.

Meng Tian smiled and said: "The cold cicada is poignant, it is late for the long pavilion, and the showers are at the beginning. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more so Kan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival! Where to wake up tonight? This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are a thousand kinds of styles, who can you tell them about?"

As soon as the words fell, an energetic gray-shirted old man chuckled lightly and said slowly: "Although the girl's "Yulin Bell" is beautiful, the season is not right. Little Brother's "Fixing the Storm" is just right for the situation!"

At this time, a radiant old woman came out of the house and scolded with a smile: "You old man has a tendon, you only care about the situation, how can you understand the mind of the little brother?"

The gray-shirted old man hurriedly smiled and said, "Of course the old man doesn't understand the little brother's thoughts, Mrs. Hui Xinlan, it's better to listen to it." ”

The old woman chuckled and said, "Actually, it's very simple, the little brother's mind is in the word 'storm'. ”

The word turmoil, in one sentence.

Yan Shan secretly admired, bowed to the old woman, and said slowly: "Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, I can see Nanshan leisurely." The two old men are in love with the mountains and rivers, and they have no quarrel with the world, which makes the younger generations envious!"

The old woman smiled and said, "Don't be surprised, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court." Go and stay unintentionally, wandering with the clouds outside the sky. How can we wait for the idle clouds and wild cranes to be as ambitious as the little brothers. ”

Yan Shan realized something, and said in a deep voice: "Jinan hero, thousands of mountains, unparalleled swordsmanship." Thousand-armed Guanyin, the secret weapon is learned, and it is wonderful in the world. The younger generation Yan Shan has seen Han Qianshan and Liu Piaopiao!"

As soon as these words came out, the old woman and the old man in green shirt were stunned. As Yan Shan said, the two of them are really Jinan heroes Han Qianshan and Thousand-armed Guanyin Liu Piaopiao.

Han Qianshan frowned and said, "Little Brother Yan, you weren't born when our husband and wife retired to the rivers and lakes, how did you recognize us?"

Yan Shan smiled lightly: "My father has a book of "Anecdotes of the Rivers and Lakes", and the younger generation was addicted to this book when he was a child. ”

Han Qianshan was relieved.

The old woman smiled and said, "Hurry into the house, or the food will be cold." ”

Yan Shan and Meng Tian looked at each other and smiled, and followed the two old men into the house.

Rice porridge, pancakes, and three home-cooked dishes seem ordinary, but the subtleties all reveal traces of careful preparation.

In front of the small square table, four people sat around, eating with relish, a warm and peaceful scene.

After the meal, Meng Tian helped clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and Han Qianshan and Yan Shan chatted.

Han Qianshan thought for a while, and said: "Little Brother Yan is a masterpiece of his generation, and he doesn't need to say much about his actions and choices. However, there is one thing that the old man still has to remind Little Brother Yan. ”

Yan Shan hurriedly said: "The predecessors really tortured Yan Shan! But please speak up, Yan Shan listens to you." ”

Han Qianshan sighed lightly and asked, "Little Brother Yan, do you know that the old man has another apprentice?"

Yan Shan nodded and said, "It's the Sword God Zhuo Bufan senior." ”

Han Qianshan smiled indifferently and said slowly: "A few days ago, he sent a letter saying that he wanted to prevent you from going to Green Willow Villa to avoid a bloody killing. Little Brother Yan acted decisively and moved forward. Therefore, there is bound to be a battle between you and him. ”

Yan Shan nodded slightly and remained silent.

Han Qianshan continued: "Little Brother Yan is a genius, but he may not be able to defeat the tragic sword intent. ”

Yan Shan Zhengse said: "The sword is a weapon that exists purely for the purpose of killing, the king of a hundred soldiers, the supreme and noble, once it is unsheathed, it must go all out." Ruthlessness under the sword, this is the minimum respect, both for the sword itself, and for the opponent. If this battle is inevitable, no matter whose sword we die to each other, we will have no regrets. ”

Han Qianshan sighed, his face desolate.

Silence, deathly silence.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves broke the peace of the village.

After a short time, the men, women and children of the village gathered at the entrance of the village, looking at more than a dozen fierce men with ghost-headed knives, and couldn't help but tremble.

The situation is clear at a glance, it is a bandit robbing the village.

The bandits at the head shouted: "We only rob money, not people's lives, it is better to know each other, otherwise we will not blame us for the white knife in and the red knife out." ”

Not far away, Yan Shan and Meng Tian looked strange, without saying a word, and watched the changes.

Not long after, the villagers scraped together twenty taels of silver and handed them over to the bandits led by them.

The leading thieves took the money bag, weighed it for a moment, and then put it in his arms, and sneered: "You know each other!"

Seeing this, Yan Shan and Meng Tian couldn't help but be dumbfounded. This is like a thief robbery, it's just acting.

Han Qianshan said softly: "Let's go back to the house." ”

The four of them returned to the house.

In front of the small square table, Yan Shan and Meng Tian looked at Han Qianshan with a smile, waiting for an answer.

Han Qianshan took a sip of tea and said slowly: "In the past, although this village was small, there were a lot of things. The two sons of the old Zhang family did not get along with each other because of the division of family property. The young couple at the entrance of the village, the wife disliked her husband for being timid and afraid, and shouted all day long to go back to her parents' house. The daughter of the old Wang family next door always felt that her father was not good to her...... Until one day, a bandit entered the village to rob, and everything changed. The two sons of the old Zhang family abandoned their previous suspicions and fought side by side, they really fought tiger brothers and went into battle as father and son. In the face of the bandits, the husband was not afraid, and he stood in front of his wife, looking at death as if he were home......"

Yan Shan sighed lightly: "Only in adversity can we see the truth!"

Han Qianshan bowed slightly, and continued: "These thieves can be regarded as having a clear conscience, and they only robbed the money and left. After that, I broke into the cottage and defeated the thieves, not only got the money back, but also made a pact with them that I had to come every few months. ”

Yan Shan and Meng Tian couldn't help laughing.

Han Qianshan looked smug and smiled without saying a word.

Soon after, Yan Shan and Meng Tian left the village and continued on their way. Overheard, they overheard such a conversation.

A man said in a low voice: "That day, I saw Uncle Han go up the mountain with my own eyes, beat a group of thieves on their backs, and then saw that the money and property were lost and returned, and I didn't understand what was going on at that time. It wasn't until the thieves entered the village again that I understood Uncle Han's good intentions. ”

Another man smiled and said, "Speaking of which, we have to thank those bandits, otherwise our brothers will really die of old age." ”

"Haha! I also want to thank Uncle Han. ”

Happiness and joy are actually all around us, but most of the time they are ignored by people.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian smiled indifferently, as if they had realized.