The road on the mountain is too hidden, the stones press the road, the grass covers the stones, the trees cover the grass, but in autumn it covers the whole mountain. A man, carrying a bamboo basket and a wooden stick, walked up the mountain with the sound of "drinking".

On the mountainside, there is a cave, in which a boy of about nine years old is shirtless, dancing with a wooden sword. This young man's face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are blazing, as if he can see through the stubborn stone, and the muscles on his arms gallop tightly in rhythm, showing vitality.

The thin figure appeared at the entrance of the cave, and the man could only be heard: "Don't go back when you eat?"

The young man put down the wooden sword in his hand, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Second uncle, please come and bring me food again." ”

The young man is Ying'er, and the person who delivers the food is Leizi. Unexpectedly, more than three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the five-and-a-half-year-old little wool doll has now grown seven feet tall, which is rare among Ying'er's peers.

Every time Leizi sees Ying'er, he can't help but sigh: "In the blink of an eye, for more than three years, Ying'er is now as tall as the second uncle." ”

Every time Ying'er was praised by the second uncle, she just smiled happily.

After more than three years of hard training day and night, Ying'er has not only grown taller, but also become very strong, although Ying is a thin child at first glance, but looking at the strong muscles on his arms, I am afraid that ordinary adults are not as strong as him.

Ying'er helped her second uncle to sit on her own grass bed, and the grass bed became bigger, and it was no longer a little doll who was only five years old to lie down.

The two of them were on the grass bed, eating the food brought by Leizi together.

Leizi suddenly said: "Ying'er, do you know how many years are left?"

Ying'er naturally knew what Leizi meant, so she said: "There are still three years and six months left." ”

Leizi said: "You remember it very clearly." ”

Ying'er said: "How can I not remember clearly, when the master asked me to look for him after seven years, I checked the date every day." ”

Leizi said again: "Do you want to see Master early, or do you want to break into the rivers and lakes early." ”

Ying'er subconsciously said directly: "I want to see my father and mother early......" Before she finished speaking, Ying'er didn't continue, lowered her head and sandwiched the dishes, eating.

Leizi also knows Ying'er's thoughts, since she was a child, Ying'er has been pestering Leizi and Qi Laohan to ask about her father's mother, but she is always perfunctory by Qi Laohan and Leizi, and gradually Ying'er doesn't ask much, but this knot in her heart has never been untied. Ying'er often thinks to herself: "How can a child never see his father's mother? but I am ......" Every time I think of this, Ying'er's heart is full of courage and sourness, and even her nose is sour, and tears are about to fall, at this time he will dance the wooden sword and break up all the troubles. But he always had a thought in his heart, that is, no matter where his father and mother were, he would find them!

Leizi also knows that a young child has never seen his parents, what a heart-wrenching thing, and he is also looking forward to the day when his eldest brother Qi Feng will come back, but he is afraid that at that time, Ying'er will not be there.

After eating, Leizi put the dishes and chopsticks into the bamboo basket and said, "Ying'er, don't you go home with the second uncle?"

Ying'er shook her head: "I still have to continue to practice swords." ”

Leizi sighed and said, "Children of your age in the village are all having fun and frolicking, but my family Ying'er is so preoccupied. ”

Ying'er smiled: "I'm Qi Ying'er, I'm going to enter the rivers and lakes, how can I be the same as them?"

Leizi didn't make a sound, turned around and walked out of the cave, and walked down the mountain, only thinking secretly in his heart: "What is good about the rivers and lakes?"

After Leizi left, Ying'er didn't practice swords immediately, he put on his long coat, and he didn't notice that the sleeves were much shorter.

Ying'er looked carefully at the wooden sword lying on the ground again, the hilt of the sword had been polished by himself, he picked it up and looked at it, and noticed that the wooden sword had become smaller in his hand. Where is the wooden sword getting smaller, it's because I've grown too fast, my hands are bigger, and my body is taller. If others don't know, they just think that Ying'er is a young man in his twenties, but now Ying'er is only nine years old.

Although the wooden sword was only two feet long, Ying'er held it, not only did she not feel light, but she felt that the wooden sword had some weight. And he also found that as he got older, the wooden sword became heavier and heavier. "This wooden sword is really extraordinary", Ying'er said in her heart.

Even though she knew that this wooden sword was extraordinary, for more than three years, Ying'er still hadn't been able to know what secrets were hidden in this wooden sword.

Ying'er stared at the wooden sword in a daze, and let the autumn wind roll into the cave and roll out again, even if the autumn wind was bleak, it was not as sad as Ying'er's heart. Ying'er held the wooden sword and thought to herself: "For more than three years, I have been practicing according to the sword book given to me by my master, and although my arms are stronger, how can I feel that this sword technique becomes more boring the more I practice? I don't know how I've been practicing for the past three years. ”

Ying'er held her cheek in her right hand and held a sword in her left hand, pondering for a long time, "Let's go out and take a turn, I'll relax too!" After making up her mind, Ying'er simply cleaned up, tied up her waist cloth, put the wooden sword on her waist, and walked out of the cave. This young man's broad shoulders also have the appearance of a swordsman, but his road is still very long.

Ying'er hasn't been to the village for a long time, three years has been running on the road between home and the back mountain, now in the autumn harvest season, the wheat in the field bent over, the villagers are also tired and bent over, but the happy song echoes in the whole sky, sometimes a few rows of geese fly, also with the villagers' songs, singing, shouting, flying to the south. Ying'er covered her hands and looked at this land, looked at the people on this land, looked at the villages on this land, everything was so peaceful, Ying'er knew that he didn't belong here, and his life shouldn't be peaceful.

Ying'er walked, looked, looked, and sang, "The land is vast under autumn, and the villagers are busy collecting grain in the fields, and they don't enjoy the peaceful and good scenery, but they are willing to break the ...... of the rivers and lakes alone."

Ying'er was walking on the road, her right hand touching the wooden sword at her waist from time to time, her heart was full of thousands of thoughts, who would have thought that a child who was only nine years old could have anything on his mind? A flock of geese flew over his head, Ying'er looked up at them, her eyes shining. Ying'er said to herself, "Are you walking together as a family?" and continued walking with her head down. After a while, the cry of geese sounded overhead, Ying'er raised her head again, and her originally shining eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, because this time, he only saw one geese, and the geese kept calling, and kept calling the group of geese just now. Tears slipped from the corners of Ying'er's eyes, "Are you also alone?"

If a sad person has something on his mind, who can he tell? Even if he does, will that person really understand? Although Qi Laohan and Leizi have always accompanied Ying'er, how can the hole in Ying'er's heart be filled so easily?

Just as Ying'er was thinking about herself and thinking about the lonely goose, someone stopped Ying'er, Ying'er turned her head and saw that it was a group of very strange people, but there were two people who made Ying'er feel quite familiar.

"Yo, that's that fool!" said a very thin and darker man.

Ying'er asked, "Are you calling me?"

The man said, "I didn't call you anyone, I didn't expect you to be beaten after a few years, and you still looked like you were underwhelmed." ”

Ying'er then remembered: "Who was I at the time, it turned out to be the hooligan's dogleg, Xiaohu!" Ying'er smiled again: "What? Why don't you see that hooligan?"

At this time, a rude voice asked behind Ying'er: "Who do you say is a hooligan?" After speaking, Ying'er was pushed hard by the person behind her, Ying'er just leaned forward, moved two steps, and did not fall. Turning to look at a person, it was a strong young man who was two heads taller than himself, with a face of meat, which looked like a child? His lips were thick like sausages, his nose was so big that his eyes were not big that he squeezed out of both sides, his ears were fat and big, and he looked like a marshal of the canopy.

Xiaohu shouted: "Brother Big Tiger, I haven't seen this kid for a few years, I'm afraid that his skin is tight, and I have to loosen it for him." ”

Dahu crossed his waist and stared at Ying'er, Ying'er did not show weakness, and looked back at him, at this time, he was full of taste.

Xiaohu shouted: "Quickly surround him, lest he run away again this time!" As soon as Xiaohu finished speaking, a group of children following him surrounded Dahu and Ying'er.

Ying'er looked around: "Yo, this is a lot of bullying and less feelings, what is it if it's not a hooligan?"

The big tiger snorted: "I'm just afraid that you will run away, teach you a lesson, and you still need so many people?"

Ying'er said: "Teach me a lesson? Only Lao Tzu teaches his son in the world, do you want to teach me a lesson? Is it so easy?"

Dahu smiled: "Isn't it because you don't have Lao Tzu? I will help you teach you a lesson." ”

As soon as Ying'er heard this, a fire suddenly appeared in her eyes, and she just wanted to punch him in the fat face, but considering that there were many people on the other side, she couldn't strike first, so she could only look at him viciously.

The big tiger smiled and said, "Yo yo yo, look, our hero also brought a sword! Why is it wooden, playing with mud?"

Ying'er ignored him, just put her hand on the wooden sword.

Xiao Hu shouted on the side: "Brother Big Tiger, what do you have to do with him, just go up and fight directly!"

Dahu pointed at Xiaohu and scolded: "Shut up, are you the boss or am I the boss?"

Xiao Hu was scolded by the big tiger like this, and immediately lowered his voice and made no sound, and several other people secretly laughed, laughing at the ash that Xiao Hu touched his nose.

Dahu saw that Ying'er was still silent, so he said, "Come, show me your wooden sword." ”

Ying'er said: "Look at my wooden sword, I'm afraid you will look down on it." ”

The big tiger scolded: "Damn, a broken wood, what are you proud of? If you don't show me, Lao Tzu wants to see it!" After that, he reached out to take the wooden sword on Ying'er's waist, only to see Ying'er turned sideways, and the big tiger grabbed it empty.

Ying'er said: "I say, you look down on it." ”

was teased by Ying'er like this, Da Hu was still willing to grind with him, and said angrily: "You play Lao Tzu, okay, let you taste grandpa's fist too." After speaking, Dahu's fist smashed towards Ying'er's face, Ying'er raised her forearm to block her face, and took Dahu's punch. The big tiger is three years older than Ying'er, two heads taller than Ying'er, and his physique is as strong as an adult.

Xiao Hu and a few children in a circle were excited when they saw that Da Hu punched, especially Xiao Hu, Da Hu just punched Ying'er, and he slapped his ass there. Although Dahu likes to listen to flattery, but now he can't help but feel annoyed when he hears Xiaohu patting his ass there, because he thought that this punch could directly beat Ying'er to the ground, but he didn't expect Ying'er to carry it, and he couldn't help but be angry, and now Xiaohu is simply adding fuel to the fire to his sycophancy, so he scolded: "Fucking chirp crooked, can you talk less!"

Xiao Hu touched the nails of the two sessions at this time, and he also wondered, usually his own hand patting the horse's ass, but he won the heart of the big tiger, it is precisely because of the horse's fart that he can become a little celebrity next to the big tiger, but why is it not working today? As soon as he saw Ying'er, he secretly scolded: "It must be this fool's business again! Last time, he and I were punched for nothing!"

Ying'er put down her hands and said coldly: "That's it, is it so fat?" Although Ying'er said so, her arms were a little blue, and Ying'er just wanted the big tiger to fight and be full of anger.

The big tiger was really completely enraged by Ying'er, and kicked Ying'er directly, Ying'er reacted quickly, and flashed over on one side. The big tiger didn't give Ying'er a chance to breathe, and then a punch came up, and Ying'er saw that she couldn't dodge it, so she blocked the punch with her hand. This punch was not as powerful as the first punch, so Ying'er naturally took it. But without waiting for Ying'er to take a breath, Dahu lifted his knee and attacked Ying'er, Ying'er folded her hands and prepared to go next, but after receiving it, Ying'er knew how strong Dahu's legs were, and it hurt both hands so much that he took a few steps back. Ying'er is also very glad that she has escaped the kick of the big tiger before, otherwise the situation would be very different now.

After the blow just now, Dahu also discovered that although Ying'er looked thin, her arms were full of strength, first she had just taken her own punch, and now even her own knee was caught by him.

Dahu secretly thought: "Hmph, let's see how long you can last." ”

At this time, Ying'er also calculated: "I can't always be beaten by him, I can't last too long if I am so passive." After making up her mind, Ying'er drew the wooden sword at her waist and slashed towards the big tiger.

When the big tiger saw that the wooden sword was two feet long, he couldn't help laughing and said: "I thought it was a good thing, it turned out to be a child's toy, and I still carry it on my body, shame!"

Dahu wanted to stretch out his left arm to block Ying'er's split, and then punched him directly with his right hand. But as soon as the big tiger touched the wooden sword, the pain spread to the brain, and it spread all over the body, screaming "Ah!", and he didn't have time to hit Ying'er with his right hand, so he only held his left forearm and screamed. This can only be obedient to him to despise Ying'er, and even more despise the wooden sword in the baby's hand, Ying'er has not practiced in vain in the past three years and nights, and the origin of the wooden sword in his hand is not ordinary, he actually dared to use his hands to go to the file, and he could only end up asking for hardship.

Dahu clenched the place where his left forearm was slashed by Ying'er, only to feel that his left hand was broken by the beating, the sweat of the bean was dripping down, and the pain continued to come out of his mouth. Xiaohu and the others were dumbfounded, they had only seen the big tiger beat others to cry and call their mother, but they didn't think that this fool actually beat the big tiger and shouted pain, and they didn't surround Ying'er anymore, they all ran to the big tiger and asked how it was.

Ying'er looked at his hand, and was also amazed by the split he had just made, he only felt that the things on the sword book were boring and boring, and now it seems that the sword book is really a good thing, if it was himself three years ago, he would never be able to make a tiger taller than himself. He looked at the wooden sword in his hand again, and asked in his heart, "Could it be you?"

Dahu was surrounded by everyone, and he felt that he was really being teased by Ying'er, so he said angrily: "Look at what the you see! Give it to me! Kill this fool and count it as mine!"