On the simple wooden bed, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was unconscious, his face was bloodless, and his lips were pale.

The boy had some sensations, he had a splitting headache, he wanted to turn over, but his body did not listen to the call, even his eyes felt swollen and could not open, so he had to lie on the bed, only felt severe pain all over his body, he wanted to speak but could not open his mouth, his mouth was dry, and the most painful thing for him was that his ears were buzzing, his mind was blank, and he couldn't think a little.

After a long time, the boy felt that the pain was slightly bearable, and he slowly moved his fingers, but his mind was still confused, and he couldn't think of anything, as if he had just been born. The more he tried to recall, the more his head hurt, and the pain made him frown.

The young man vaguely heard that there seemed to be someone next to him, and gently pushed his body and called him a few times, but he couldn't hear what it was called. The young man barely opened his eyes slightly, he tried to tilt his head, and through the narrow slit of his eyes, he saw the excited expression of a short and fat young man, and he didn't know what the short and fat man shouted, and in an instant there were several more people next to the young man's bed, both men and women, young and old, with joy, anxiety, or nervousness on their faces.

The young man's tinnitus gradually subsided, and his body could move slightly, the short and fat guy hurriedly brought a bowl of water, helped the young man sit up, and the young man drank it one by one, feeling that his body had some strength, and his throat was finally much clearer.

"I ...... I...... Where am I?" The boy looked dazed, and that was what he cared about the most.

The short and fat guy saw that he could speak, first he was happy, and then he was worried, and just about to speak, an old man turned out behind him, and the old man patted the young man on the shoulder, and the young man immediately got out of the way.

"Good boy, you're home. The old man smiled, the corners of his eyes were full of crow's feet, although he had silver hair, it was not rare, and his ruddy complexion was not much better than that of a young man. The old man approached the boy and stroked his hair with his hand, and the boy felt a stream of heat penetrate into every pore of his hair, which was very useful.

The boy suddenly sobered up a lot, but he felt even more dazed in his heart, because the memories in his mind seemed to have been poached away, and the people, things, and things in front of him were extremely unfamiliar, if this was his own home, how could he have no impression at all? The boy tried to recall, but the more he recalled, the more painful his head became, the more serious the tinnitus became, and the more anxious and uncomfortable his heart became, the boy only felt that the pressure like Mount Tai pressed his body more and more difficult to breathe, and the tightness in his chest became breathless, and the eyes that had been opened with great effort could only be closed, and his head. Buzzed, no longer conscious.

I don't know how long later, the boy came to consciousness again, he slowly opened his eyes, this time he found himself lying on his side, as if someone had just wiped his back, and his back was refreshing and cool. The boy turned sideways and just faced the door, the door was hidden, through the gap, the boy noticed that there seemed to be a pair of eyes behind the door peeping at him, he tried to look, the door was really a person, but judging from the height of the child, just when the boy was curious, the door was squeezed open, and a girl stumbled forward.

"Sisi, the altar master has repeatedly instructed you not to disturb Shuhui's rest, why did you come here again?" The short and fat man carried a small basin of water and walked into the room in three steps and two steps.

"I just want to see if he's awake......" the girl muttered quietly.

The young man looked carefully, this girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with two buns in the sky, a fair face, delicate and lovely facial features, clean and clean, and impressive was a pair of big eyes, always observing the surroundings curiously. Her hands and feet were slender and her demeanor was weak, and she felt completely different from the people she saw when she first woke up, and she looked weak.

"Where is this where you play......" The young man put down the basin, picked up the girl, pulled her out the door, and turned to find that the boy was awake.

"Shuhui, you're finally awake, don't think nonsense this time, otherwise you should faint again. The short and fat guy was full of smiles, and his originally round face was full of folds when he laughed, like a big bun, "You wait, I'll call the altar master over." ”

"Wait a minute......" the young man reluctantly spoke, stopping the young man, "do you call me Shuhui?

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Yes, your name is Ming Shuhui, you have been seriously ill these days, and you have had a fever for half a month, and the fever has not subsided until now, your head is very confused, isn't it?"

Ming Shuhui moved her body, frowning and thinking again.

"Master Ming, don't think about it, you have just recovered from this illness, let go of the things that work hard, there will be time in the future, I will call the altar master, you calm down and wait. After the young man finished speaking, he turned around and ran out. Sisi probe outside the door looked at Ming Shuhui and found that Ming Shuhui was also looking over here, so frightened that she turned around and ran.

Ming Shuhui had a headache and fainted because of his hard recollection, and he was also careful at this time, not daring to think about it, just pondering repeatedly - he lost his memory when he was sick, and it seems that he can't use his brain reluctantly for a while. He had to lie on the bed and observe the room, the room was simply furnished, the items were placed at a glance, but everything was available, he was lying on a simple wooden single bed, there was nothing else on the bed except the pillow and the thin quilt on the body, and there was no decoration on the side of the bed, not far away a wooden table and a wooden chair, and the table was some daily sundries.

After a while, an old man pushed the door in, and Ming Shuhui recognized that the old man was the person who had spoken to him before.

"Good boy, does your head still hurt?" the old man asked with concern, Ming Shuhui shook his head slowly, and the old man continued with confidence, "You were in a hurry, and you fainted for ten days, and finally woke up, but fainted again, this faint is another five days, and these days are thanks to your senior brother Feng to take care of ......" The old man turned to the short and fat guy and nodded at him, the young man was still smiling all over his face, "Don't think about it anymore, otherwise it will be very bad for your health." ”

Senior Brother Feng didn't have any impression in his mind, and he could only admit in his mouth: "Thank you and Senior Brother Feng for taking care of me, but what should you and I call ......?"

Ming Shuhui moved his body and wanted to sit up, Senior Brother Feng hurriedly came over and helped him sit on the edge of the bed, but his legs and feet were numb because he had not moved for many days, so Senior Brother Feng moved his legs back to the bed so that he could lean comfortably. The old man frowned, leaned forward, gently held Ming Shuhui's hand with his hand, and asked carefully, "You really don't remember?"

Ming Shuhui shook her head again.

The old man stared at Ming Shuhui up and down, and then said slowly: "Child, I am your grandfather, your name is Ming Shuhui, my name is Ming Lang, this is the Xiwu Altar, and it is also your home, and I am the altar master of the Xiwu Altar." Grandpa Mingliang introduced, but his face was still worried, "But it doesn't matter, when the body is healed, you can use your brain to think, you can take care of it during this time, don't think nonsense." ”

Ming Shuhui searched for this "Minglang" and "Xiwu Altar" in his mind again, but found nothing.

"Don't think about it. Ming Lang interrupted his thoughts, "I asked the doctor to see it, and said that you should focus on recuperation, and leave the rest to your Senior Brother Feng." With that, he got up, said a few words to Senior Brother Feng, and then turned around to leave.

I saw the figure of the old man, his back was very straight, not at all like the figure of a grandfather, his posture was even as tall as a soldier, his skin was dark but not rough, he was wearing a gray linen horse coat, a pair of simple white cloth shoes on his feet, and he was neatly dressed. Although Ming Shuhui was at a loss in his heart, he also faintly realized that the grandfather in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person, and the Xiwu Altar was not an ordinary place.

"Master...... Grandpa" Ming Shuhui said slowly, "When will I see you again?" Ming Shuhui learned that the old man in front of him was his relative, and he unconsciously became a little dependent on him.

Minglang smiled and said: "Although you are recuperating, I will be fine for the past few days, if you want to find me, you can call Senior Brother Feng at any time, but the most important thing for you at the moment is to recuperate more, and there will be time in the future." Ming Lang said and left in a hurry.

"Oh, yes. Minglang stood in front of the door and turned around, "If you can't think of anything, don't think about it." ”

"Okay, grandpa, you go slowly. After speaking, Ming Shuhui lay back on the bed, and at the moment when Ming Lang went out and closed the door, Ming Shuhui saw that the smile on his face disappeared, and he was a little more sad.

Since he woke up, Ming Shuhui spent most of his time reminiscing, although he had a headache after thinking about it for a while, but he had a stubborn temper, and sometimes he had to continue to think about it when he had a headache, until his mind was swollen and his chest was stuffy when he thought about it, and he had to stop. The headache is not the most annoying thing for Ming Shuhui, what he is most annoyed about is the feeling of a blank space in his mind, this feeling really makes him crazy, and every time he tries to recall it in vain, it makes him crazy at the same time, and he feels very lost.

Every day, Ming Shuhui sees Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Feng is about twenty years old, he is the senior brother in the martial arts, called Feng Shuyi, he not only takes care of Ming Shuhui, all the big and small things in the martial arts arena need to be dealt with by him, just like a busy housekeeper. Every time Ming Shuhui saw Feng Shuyi, he grabbed him and asked him non-stop, and every time he smiled and didn't answer or diverted the topic, Ming Shuhui thought that Senior Brother Feng deliberately didn't say it in order to prevent himself from being cranky and affecting his body, so he didn't ask, but this undoubtedly added doubts to his confusion.

After a few days, the severe pain in Ming Shuhui's body was reduced a lot, and he was able to walk around for a short time, but the scope was limited to his room, because his legs and feet were not very dexterous when he walked far, and his physical strength could not keep up. But what made him strange was that other parts were already able to move, but his chest was still very stuffy, as if there had been a big stone pressing it, but he couldn't find any bruises and swelling when he untied his clothes, he asked Feng Shuyi, Feng Shuyi said that it might be because he had been lying for too long and his blood was not smooth, he thought about it, and he didn't care too much.

In addition to Feng Shuyi, Ming Shuhui's aunt Ming Xiaoqing also often came to visit him, and every time she came, she would bring delicious pastries, although Ming Shuhui couldn't remember this aunt at all, but she would make Ming Shuhui feel very kind every time she came.

Sisi will also come to see Ming Shuhui every day, but only when everyone is away. Sisi was very happy to see Ming Shuhui wake up, because everyone in the martial arts arena was very busy, only Sisi seemed to have nothing to do every day, so he would always secretly come to talk to Ming Shuhui. Ming Shuhui also learned that Sisi's name is Ouyang Shusi, and she is actually a disciple of the martial arts, but as the youngest disciple, she doesn't practice as hard as others, and the master won't discipline her, which makes her have a lot of time to hang around every day, and also have time to play and chat with Ming Shuhui, which makes Ming Shuhui's boring days lying in bed a little more fun.

After a few more days, Ming Shuhui has recovered almost except for the tightness in his chest, although he is weak, he has moved freely. At this time, Sisi occasionally took Ming Shuhui to "visit" around the martial arts arena while everyone didn't find out, and Ming Shuhui only knew at this time that his room was very small, but this place called "Xiwutan" was too big.

Outside the martial arts altar looks like a martial arts hall, in front of the main entrance is a spacious courtyard of ten meters square, the cement floor in the courtyard is full of stone piers and wooden stakes dummy and other martial arts equipment, go inside, it is the main gate with more than five meters high, the upper end of the gate hangs the plaque of "Liberation Dragon Society", the door is more spacious, the indoor is still paved with cement bricks, the ground will have a red mark every two and a half meters, it is the marking point of the daily practice position of the students, the students after playing a set of moves, if they do not find the red dot, they will be punished. There is not too much decoration in the room, only in the depths of the lobby facing the door, there is a mahogany square table and two Taishi chairs, a big screen behind, the screen is painted with a giant dragon driving the clouds, the book "Dragon Roar Nine Days" four big characters, very magnificent, this table and chair is the place where the master rests and drinks tea during the daily teaching, and the three weapon racks in the corner are in a row, and various weapons are inserted upside down. When the students were in class, the wide lobby was very lively, it was crowded with people, and some people were even forced to stand in the courtyard to practice martial arts, but Ming Shuhui liked to be lively, he always carried a small chair with Sisi when there were most people, and sat behind the side door to peek.

Later, they peeked and were discovered by the coach a few times, so they were embarrassed to hide behind again. But there are many ways to think about it, she pulled Ming Shuhui and slipped into the lobby before the release of the dragon to practice martial arts, and they moved the sides of the screen in the middle of the hall back a little, hiding in the back, just enough to block all the bodies, and basically no one will find it here.

Entering from the side door of the lobby is a long staircase, the second and third floors are the office and the martial arts rest area, the ground floor is a warehouse, and further inside, there is a door, this door is like a mirror, separating the two mirror images of this large house, the structure of the door and the outside of the door are exactly the same.

According to Sisi, this Xiwu altar is divided into the inner altar and the outer altar, the outer altar is hung with the signboard of the martial arts hall, exactly the same as other normal commercial martial arts halls, recruiting some children or martial arts enthusiasts, teaching orthodox martial arts moves to strengthen the body, the equipment for practicing is readily available, there are many students, and the door is full of people every day.

And the inner altar is the place where Ming Shuhui lives, compared to the outer altar, it seems deserted, and there are many people who walk around every day, but everyone rarely talks to each other, walking like a ghost, and everyone has their own room, the practice equipment in the room is very different from the outer altar, some have a big vat, some have a few ropes, and some don't even have a bed. Except for some daily activities, the people in the inner altar are usually in their own rooms, and some even disappear for a few days.

Because he was bored during the recuperation period, his grandfather didn't let Ming Shuhui go out, so Ming Shuhui could only grab Feng Shuyi and chat with Sisi, Sisi was young and knowledgeable, and he didn't understand many things, and Feng Shuyi answered vaguely about many things, but only in terms of martial arts, he would answer all questions, and occasionally teach Ming Shuhui some mental methods.

Ming Shuhui wondered, her grandfather was the owner of the altar, so who were her parents? I used to say that I should be able to do martial arts, but why did I forget all about martial arts when I lost my memory? Ming Shuhui also asked my grandfather Minglang, and Minglang shirked and waited for him to get better.

Ming Shuhui pays more attention to the things around her every day, and there is nothing special about her observation for a few days, but she finds that the people in the inner altar almost don't go out much except for the tasks assigned by the grandfather, while the grandfather himself goes out for a period of time almost every day, morning or night, but every time he comes back before dinner. After dinner, he summoned the junior disciples of the inner altar to come to his room to guide the practice, of course, the door was closed, and there was no way to know how to practice in his grandfather's room.

One day, Ming Shuhui practiced the breathing and breathing of Fengshu Yijiao in his room, but he didn't realize that it was already midnight, and because he had eaten less dinner, his stomach was empty at this time. He rolled out of bed and opened the door, trying to find something to eat in the refrigerator in the basement pantry.

When Ming Shuhui slipped into the corridor and was about to turn into the stairs, he found Senior Brother Feng, Sisi and several other senior brothers standing in front of Minglang's door, all wearing light military uniforms, standing silently, as if waiting for Minglang to come out, and did not find Ming Shuhui. Ming Shuhui felt that something was going to happen, so she slipped to the other side of the corridor and hid behind a low cabinet to peek. It didn't take long for Minglang to walk out of the house, and the old man who usually wears a horse coat was wearing a gray tunics today, and it seemed that there was a formal occasion to attend.

Ming Shuhui found that Ming Lang walked in front and led everyone to the lobby of the inner altar, he hurriedly quietly jumped to the lobby first, because the inner and outer altars were arranged the same, and the inner altar lobby also had a big screen, but there was nothing painted on the screen, and it was a lot monotonous, Ming Shuhui hurriedly hid behind, pulled the screen, and then took advantage of the gap in the middle, just enough to peep into the entire lobby.

Ming Shuhui hid it, everyone came to the lobby, Ming Lang sat in the middle of the Taishi chair, behind him were aunt Ming Xiaoqing and uncle Yang Zhongping, although it was late at night, but Ming Xiaoqing was still dressed up brilliantly, also dressed in military uniforms, but her hair was like a waterfall, setting off her slender figure, standing on the side, Ming Shuhui looked at her aunt's dress for the first time, even if she could only see the back behind the screen, she couldn't help but be attracted by her, and Yang Zhongping on the side was like a stone statue, and she refused to move after standing still, looking cold as ice. The eight disciples of the junior of the Western Martial Arts Altar are separated on the two sides below, the left side is headed by Feng Shuyi, and Ouyang Shusi is standing at the end of the right side.

"Please come in, helpers. Mingming's tone was flat and slightly tired, but the voice clearly came into everyone's ears, even if it was dozens of meters away from the door, it was like a whisper, which really scared Ming Shuhui.

The door between the inner and outer altars slowly opened, and nine people entered, all of whom looked and dressed differently, but all took the same step, respectfully bowed their heads and entered, standing in a row.