When I saw that my mother was suspicious, I simply ran to the firewood room and picked up my steel knife, which was two feet eight inches long, three inches and five minutes wide, and three points thick on the back. You may have questions about such a good knife, how did I get it as a mountain village man, listen to the boy, I will tell me.

Five years ago, I went into Longmian Mountain to chop wood as usual, and I happened to meet an old monk, crazy, walking and swaying, I don't know what I was thinking. When I passed by him, like all bloody plots, he suddenly grabbed my hand and said to me, "Young man, the poor monk sees that your bones are wonderful, and you must be good material for martial arts." After speaking, the old monk took out a book with residual leaves and looked a little old from his dirty robe, and said: "The old monk has a wood-burning knife book here, according to your qualifications, as long as you study and practice hard, you will become a generation of heroes, but ...... It's just that the old monk has been a little tight recently, you just need to give me ten dollars to the poor monk, and the poor monk will treat it as a favor and give it to you!"

"Ten cents!" I only earn a maximum of six cents a day by collecting firewood, but not to mention, I have exactly ten cents in my pocket, which I earned yesterday and today, and I haven't given it to my mother yet.

When I hesitated, the old monk snatched the copper coin in my hand, threw the knife in my face, and ran away, before leaving, he left a sentence, "The poor monk is the eight non-monks of Longmian Mountain Longju Temple, and the boy can come to me as soon as he is in trouble."

After getting the knife technique (even if it was bought), I can't say disappointed, but I can't talk about being happy, I spent ten dollars to buy such a rotten thing, first of all, my mother couldn't pass the pass, so I could only make up a lie, just say that I was careless, and lost the money.

After returning to the hut, I began to meditate, anyway, idle is idle, so I practiced according to the knife spectrum, practiced and practiced, and gradually had some doorways, this wood-burning knife method is a secret treasure of Buddhism, a total of four realms: Bodhi, breaking vows, compassion, and burning wood. The following is also divided into a lot of moves, similar to the game upgrade, layer by layer of power gradually increases, to reach the realm of burning wood, you can "no knife", grass, wood, bamboo and stone, including the body can be a knife, also known as "no knife is better than the realm of a knife". At that time, looking at the rivers and lakes, there were few opponents. But there are also many deficiencies, such as the lack of a page here, the lack of a page, I practice a lot of meat, and I feel like I'm about to go crazy.

I remembered the words of the eight non-monks, so I went to the Longju Temple on the mountainside to find him, he was very polite, and opened his mouth and "ten money", under the bargain, I only gave him "five money", the eight monks are not bad, not only taught me the knife technique, but also taught me a light skill. And just like that, five years passed. In the past five years, I have practiced the stars falling in the morning and the moon sinking at night, and I have become very proficient in swordsmanship, and I have reached the realm of breaking the precepts.

One day, I went to Longju Temple again, and the monk of Babu saw that my sword technique had reached the "breaking of the precept", so he went to the house and copied out a steel knife, and said to me: "Ming Qiu, your firewood knife is not a long-term thing, walking the rivers and lakes still need a weapon at hand, you can use this steel knife." "I took the steel knife, overjoyed, to be honest, with the improvement of the knife technique, the rotten wood knife in the hand did gradually lose its effectiveness, and this steel knife looks white, silver, the handle is made of one foot five inches of sandalwood, weighing about 20 catties, or quite in line with the current strength. I glanced at the blade of the knife and saw that the word "Dangkou" was engraved on it, so I pointed and asked, "What's going on?"

The Eight Monks have changed their madness from the past, and said seriously: "The previous owner of this knife was Qi Jiguang, the generalissimo of the Ming Dynasty. Gee. The Eight Monks suddenly fell silent, staring blankly at the sky, as if reminiscing about the thrilling battles of the year.

I patted him, and the Eight Bu monks woke up like a dream, and then said: "Generalissimo Qi Jiguang united with the monks of Shaolin Temple to repeatedly eliminate the Japanese and made great achievements. But the heavens do not fulfill people's wishes, and I want the Wanli Emperor to listen to the slander, oops..."The Eight Bu monks seemed to be unwilling, stomped their feet a few times in anger, and shouted to the sky: "God is unfair!"

When I was a child, I heard my mother tell the story of Qi Jiguang, and I knew a little about his tragic ending, so I didn't touch the Eight Monks. When I was leaving, the monk Babu sent a voice through the air, saying: "Family hatred is easy to revenge, but national hatred is difficult to eliminate; I didn't know the meaning of these words, and I wanted to ask the details again, so the monk recited "Amitabha" and closed the door.

Until now, I took out the steel knife again, strode into the courtyard, first put out a "South China Sea Worship Buddha", both hands chopping, hands up and down, like the mountain wind sassing, a ray of light like lightning breaking through the sky, dazzling. I gasped, jumped into the air, rolled over, and continuously hit "oolong tail swing, light wind and falling leaves, white crane wings".

When my mother saw me, she suddenly went out to sea like a dragon and soared thousands of miles into the sky, suddenly like a tiger jumping over a stream, the earth shook the mountains, suddenly like an ape climbing a cliff, light and elegant, suddenly like an eagle volleying in the sky, and a crane standing.

The knife danced with the gesture, the cold wind howled, the knife light flashed like a white rainbow, and the clouds were fluttering.

After dancing for about an hour, I gradually closed and stopped.

The mother was stunned for a long time, where did she think that her honest son on weekdays could learn such amazing martial arts, although she couldn't tell that he was ugly, but the discerning person knew that the martial arts were extraordinary at a glance, so the mother applauded again and again.

When I got back to the house, my mother just asked, "Where did my son learn such skills by collecting firewood all day long, and he only knows how to work hard and roughly?"

I told my mother what was going on, and asked, "Mother, do you know what the Eight Monks mean by the phrase 'family hatred is easy to revenge, national hatred is difficult to eliminate, see the troubled times with clear eyes, close your eyes and go back to the mountains'?"

The mother said, "My son, my mother is just a woman in a poor mountain pass, where can I understand the Zen wisdom of Buddhism? Since he said that family revenge is easy to revenge, I think the day has come for you to avenge your father and your mother. As a mother, I just hope that you don't have the courage of a husband, you must act at the opportunity, be cautious and cautious. ”

I swore and said, "Mother, don't worry, the child will go to the enemy's house tomorrow, and he will sacrifice my father with the enemy's head!"

The mother was still a little worried, and advised: "Since ancient times, there is a wrong, there is a debtor, he Huang Sihai killed people to pay for his life, you must not harm the innocent!"

"The child understood. After that, I picked up the knife, lifted up my clothes, wiped the blade, and said to myself: "Steel knife, steel knife, in the past you were a white knife in and a white knife out, and tomorrow a white knife will enter and a red knife will come out! In the past, you cut down trees and trees for me, and tomorrow you cut off the head of the enemy for me, and eliminate hatred for my mother and son!"

The steel knife was white and silvery, and a cold light spontaneously shot into the sky in the darkness, and then disappeared—the night became more and more tired.