Qubai Zhongcheng hidden bamboo forest, bamboo forest between the upper floor of the pavilion.

Chang is proud, Qingli was born in the 56th year of Jinshi, and then went to Qubai as an official, and it has been 43 years now.

Chang's yard walks quite deep in the bluestone lane, from the main gate to cross the first to pass through two different heights, each other's horns of the attic, then is a pool of quiet waves, and then go inside is the main mansion, turn your head and push open a side door on the east side, there is a bamboo path through the secluded, deep is hidden in this viewing pavilion.

In front of the viewing pavilion, someone is wearing a snow-white robe and is practicing the knife on a bluestone ground, with the long-handled steel knife flying up and down, the surrounding bamboo leaves, with the knife wind in the heaven and earth between the rise and turn.

The man lifted his arm upward, and the leaves were raised and thrown into the air, and then fell and closed in front of him.

"Dad, the knife technique has gone further......"

Not far away, a young man with loose hair leaned on a stone table, holding a green date in his hand and chewing in his mouth.

The knife practitioner turned around and looked at the young man, and when he saw that he was standing without a standing statue, he was hanging on his head, and he bent his hands to pick up the pebble and throw it at him.

Seeing this, the young man swallowed the jujube in his mouth, and hid behind the thick sword bamboo in three or two steps.

......

I waited a long time

The familiar pebble still did not fly, so the young man peeked out from behind the tree and glanced at the attic, but saw that his father had put away the long-handled steel knife, and sat down on a stone bench at random, and smoked a hookah there.

"Dad is really good. ”

"Boy, do you know why I'm looking for you today?"

The young man squeezed out a smile and walked out from behind the mottled bamboo shadow, leaned over and gently slapped his hands on the old man's shoulder, and sighed.

"Is Dad going to be ruthless in cutting the monthly routine of children, this is absolutely unacceptable?"

The old man turned the cigarette stick in his hand, turned sideways and struck the young man on the head, "How old is this year, and there is no proper way to do this." ”

"The commander of Yuqu Bai has made the adults and villains of Changdu County ten and nine this year. The young man said and straightened his robe with both hands, and asked the old man to say goodbye to him.

The old man looked up at the light and shadow that fell from the gap in the bamboo forest in the evening, as if reminiscing, and as if longing, "What about me when I was nineteen years old......?" Following Mr. Bronze Mirror, I am stepping on the river water in March from Yangzhou to Kyoto to catch the exam. ”

A warm smile appeared on the old man's face: "Sometimes, I have to be convinced by this day." You still remember that the girl on the boat on the other side of the river bank played the piano for us half-covered, and she just played the strings and strings, and she urged us to grow old. ”

"Where is my father old, my father just added a little sister to me a few days ago. ”

The old man sat there quietly looking at the young man's eyebrows, smiled and stretched out his foot and kicked him in the ass.

"Truly, it is my son. ”

The old man said, swallowing the hookah in his mouth again, "It's so strong." I am always proud of how chic I was when I was young, and the bookish business scolded Fang Xuan for most of the articles in the world. Hongyan bought drunk, and for the sake of the Suzhou and Hangzhou girl, half a glass of laughing wine could also compete with others in the Qinglou. But later, when I became an official, I had to hold my tail between my legs and be steady for half a lifetime. But now that it's coming to an end, my heart is irritable, and I can't raise the slightest interest in those books that I regarded as food and clothing when I was young, but I am very stubborn about these things of dancing knives and guns. ”

Chang Weirong said and subconsciously went to his hand to find the stainless steel long knife, but forgot that it had already been placed on the wooden frame in the distance by himself.

"Qiu Shi, do you know about the fire in the Vermilion Bird Ya in the north of the city more than half a month ago?"

The young man exhaled, squinted his eyes and looked around, leaned into the old man's ear and whispered, "It should be that the two chief flag officers want to assassinate that Zhu Baihu, and the three of them fought for a while, but they were all killed, and the oil lamp that was knocked over during the fight lit up the entire Vermilion Bird Tower." ”

......

"Smack!"

The old man slapped the young man in the face.

Chang Qiushi covered his face and was stunned.

The old man sneered and pulled his son's head to his lips and whispered: "Be smart! Thirty riding an embroidery-eyed bird only entered the city today, you are a son of a family with no official and no lord, so you know the cause and effect?" Chang Qiushi, you are so bold!"

Covering half of his swollen face, the fourth son nodded.

The old man stood up, turned his head and took his son's hand, and wrote lines on his palm with his index finger.

The person surnamed Zhu died tragically, so he collected the things as soon as possible.

......

The two of them slowly paced up to a secret room at the top of the observation pavilion.

The sound of bangs at the city gate came from afar, and Chang Weirong turned around and closed the wooden window behind him.

"Have you had eyes these days?"

"The dry well of the ancient sycamore, the monk of the red sea, the remnant of the ghost pretending to be a god, the waves of bandits that my father secretly dealt with in the city a few days ago, and even the legend of the underground monster from the demon clan merchants?"

The wrinkles on the old man's face deepened a little, and he nodded, "How should my Chang family fall?"

"Wuwei?" Chang Qiushi whispered as he touched his still hot face.

The old man laughed exaggeratedly.

"Huh...... No wonder Mr. Shixin praises you so much. I have already sent a message to Qi Ye, and I guess he will be able to reply to Qu Bai in a few days. ”

"Is this serious?"

"Although your father is an old bone, his nose is still smart. ”

"Boss, the second child went to the Southland Wasteland in his early years, and the third child and your mother left early, and there are not many people in this family who can talk to their father. ”

Chang Weirong sat at the table and scratched the palm of his hand on the wooden bookmark, "Bright as a mirror heart".

"Does Daddy have a plan?"

"Heh.........."

"There is a fart foolproof, there is no foolproof thing in this world. The old man said with a smile and turned around to open a secret cabinet locked with elemental power, and found an iron box and stuffed it into Chang Qiushi's arms at random.

"The luck of the Chang family is gathered here, Chang Shiro, you can do it yourself. ”

A hint of dodging flashed in the eyes of the fourth prince, he held the box in his arms, and moved two steps forward as if walking on thin ice, his face was pale and scary, "Dad?"

"Your eldest brother and second brother are too strong to hold on. In case you can't find your father one day, this family will have to rely on you to get together. ”

The old man wrapped the moon-white robe around his body, reached out and hit his son's head twice.

"Judge the situation, talk less, do more. ”

Chang Qiushi nodded, and shouted again, "Dad?"

......

"Befriend your cousin, this son must be a great talent, and my father can't look away......"

......

Return late at sunset.

A southerly wind cut through the wilderness in the northwest heath, and the wind and sand it brought along the way drew a steady straight line in the sky.

The sunset falls from the junction of the Wei River and heaven and earth, and the golden disc slowly sinks into the belly of the Wei River with the vast mist rising from the river.

Like a half-sickle, like a thin hook, make a small dot.

The light shone on the old man's face, glowing a little waxy red.

"Look, how good the sunset is, it's just nearly dusk. ”

......

Chang Qiushi hugged the iron box in his hand and nodded with a smile.