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Diao Saddle West to Chang'an Road, thousands of rivers and mountains are free.

The prancing horse crisscrosses the rivers and lakes, and the chivalrous courage befriends the heroes.

Sitting and talking about three cups of light life and death, a thousand gold, one promise and five mountains are high.

The sword qi Xiao Xiao slashed the great evil, bent the bow and shot the eagle among the clouds.

The green feather canopy smiled, and the white horse and silver saddle leaned on the bridge.

Drink wine under the willow tree, but see the red sleeves of the building.

Xiongyu Village is floating in spring, and tends to disappear from the Emei ambition.

Suddenly, Yuyang Mo agitated, and he tied himself to fight Jiang Jiao.

The iron rider stands on the west side of the wind, and the steel armor tiger flutters the flag.

In the distant mountains, the dragons of the four seas are equipped with knives.

In the evening of August, at the southern foot of Helan Mountain, the mountain is Cui Wei, and the dangerous peak enters the clouds. Between the chaotic cliffs, dozens of green pine branches are obliquely out and staggered. Under a touch of the slanting sun, the withered grass brushes the chest, and the crows fly wildly in the mountains. At the entrance of the foothills, two horsemen rode side by side. On the left, a thin middle-aged man, in his forties, with a fluffy beard and a soft expression, was dressed in a green cloth robe that was grayish-white, but very clean from top to bottom. On the right side is a foal, a head shorter. Immediately sat a little boy, about eleven or twelve years old, the outline of his face was similar to that of a middle-aged man, his little hands stroked the horse's mane, and hummed a little song in his mouth: "The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep......"

The mountain road turns left and becomes narrow and steep. The two slowed down their horses, and while they were walking, the little boy suddenly saw some petroglyphs on the stone wall on the side of the road, and asked in a childish voice: "Daddy, this stone wall is so steep, who climbed up and carved these paintings?" The middle-aged man stretched his arms lightly, hugged the little boy and rode with him, and said softly: "Cong'er, you see, these pictures have been blurred, not only millions of years ago, think that millions of years ago, these boulders were still on the top of the mountain, and the shepherd could climb up the mountain from the other side and carve these paintings." Many years later, these stones were eroded by the wind and rain, and some of them rolled down, and they became like this. The little boy stared at him and pondered, as if he had realized something. The oblique light of the black gold on the top of the mountain is reflected on his childish little face, which is red and beautiful.

After walking a few steps, the little boy asked again: "I don't know what is the use of carving this mountain full of horses, sheep, and deer?" The middle-aged man was about to answer, when the child suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to one place and said, "Daddy, that flower is so beautiful." If she picks it and gives it to her mother, she will be happy. The middle-aged man squinted along the immature hand, but saw that on a cliff wall three or five feet high, a delicate and pink flower was blooming in the wind. At that time, it was mid-autumn, Helan was cold in the morning, looking down on Helan Mountain, there was no trace of green, but this strange flower could be seen alone, which was really rare. The man smiled, "If Cong'er can pick it off with her own hands, she will definitely like it more." ”

The little boy raised his eyes and looked up, "The child has been learning kung fu with his father for a few days, and his father knows that this mountain rock is so steep, how can he go up?" The middle-aged man laughed, stretched his right arm, hugged the boy, put his feet on the stirrups lightly, and flew away to the cliff. Although the place where the safflower blooms is not very high, the stone wall is shaped like a mushroom, large at the top and small at the bottom, slippery and does not leave enough. The middle-aged man was not in a hurry, and said, "Don't be afraid, Cong'er, I will follow you." He threw the boy upward, kicked his feet hard, and galloped close to the stone wall, slapping his left hand down on the wall, and his body rose several feet up. The boy was in mid-air, but he had no fear, but overlooked the beautiful scenery in the mountains, and said, "Flying in the sky to see the scenery is fun and fun." In an instant, the middle-aged man had reached the top of the rock, stretched out his hands, and took the boy in his arms.

The boy stood on the edge of the wall, carefully moved out, and finally picked the red flower, and turned around and said, "Daddy, I picked the ......" Suddenly saw the red glow in front of him, and the smoke was everywhere, and he exclaimed: "Oh, no! Daddy, look at it." "The right hand points to the mountainside. The middle-aged man raised his eyes and looked, only to see that the fire was not far away, and it was already connected with the sunset, and the boy hurriedly said: "Dad, my mother is still at home!" The middle-aged man did not speak, picked him up, jumped down from the mountain rock boulder, did not wait for his feet to land, the two of them turned over the horse with the power of the man's reins, their feet tightened, and the yellow horse galloped like flying.

In an instant, the smoke had begun, but several thatched huts had been wrapped in smoke and fire, and the sound of crackling and pecking in the fire was filled into my ears. The middle-aged man hurriedly pulled the reins, and before Huang Lima could stand still, the man had already rushed out like a gust of wind and jumped into the smoke and fire. The boy looked at the already collapsed hut and froze on his horse, and the big red flower in his hand was crushed by his little hands and he was unconscious. His little face was red in the firelight, and the remnants were even more red as blood in the Hokage.

The mountain wind struck, the fire turned stronger, and the little yellow horse knew the way and had returned home alone. The boy saw his father rushing left and right in the midst of the fire, as if he was looking for something, and as if he was struggling, suddenly there was a scream from the fire, and there was no sound. The boy rolled down from his high head, fell and got up immediately, staring at the raging fire with stunned eyes, and staggered towards the fire step by step.

There was a soft "whoosh" sound, and an object fell in front of him. The boy subconsciously took two steps back, and then leaned forward to pick up the general. It was a string of beaded hairpins, although it was covered with ashes, but it could not hide its glory. The boy recognized it as the object of love between his father and his mother, and it was also the only ornament that his mother carried. The boy's hand holding the bead hairpin trembled, and tears the size of beans rolled down his cheeks.

The boy was grieving himself when he suddenly heard a long howl that pierced through the mountains, and when he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man leaping out of the fire and rolling a few feet away. The man was wrapped in flames all over his body, and shouted in a hissing voice, "Cong'er...... Come on...... Come on...... Hurry ......up" shook his body twice, fell to the ground with a bang, twisted a few times on the ground, and then stopped moving. The boy was stunned for a moment, rushing forward like an arrow, and he didn't care that there was still an unextinguished flame on his father's body, so he hugged his father and shouted, "Daddy...... Daddy...... "Fang was still crying, but he couldn't cry at this time."

The boy was overwhelmed with grief when he heard a man say, "Great, there's a little one here." Two more people jumped out of the Hokage, and stood still outside the boy.

The boy looked up, and saw that both of them were very peculiar-looking, one of them was very tall, with a deep and shallow scar on his face, his left sleeve swinging in the wind, this arm was broken at shoulder length, and in his right hand he held a large knife about the length of his hand. His eyes glared at him viciously. The other man was very short, carrying a one-eared black pot on his back, standing on the left side of the one-armed man, and tilting his head to look at him with a smile.

The boy gently put down his father's corpse, slowly stood up, patted the fire on the corner of his clothes, brushed away the smoke and dust on his body, and glared at the two of them coldly, his eyes full of resentment.

The one-armed man cut off a small tree with thick arms beside him with a "brush", and shouted: "Little thing, if you don't want to be split in two like this tree, quickly hand over the treasure knife you have hidden to me." The man with the iron pot on his back took two steps in succession, stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, pulled it back, and said, "Old Five, you don't want to be vicious." People are still children, so they may not know where his father's cloud-turning knife is hidden. Even if he knew that you were talking so much, he might not be able to say it if he was scared. He pushed the big knife back, smiled at the little boy, and said, "This uncle likes to scare people when he drinks too much." Don't pay attention to him. The one-armed man widened his eyes and said, "Sixth, we hurried all the way to find the place where this bird doesn't, and we didn't even drink saliva, when did we drink too much wine?"

The sixth child glanced at him and did not speak. The one-armed man asked again, "Tell me clearly, did you steal wine behind my back?"

Lao Liudao: "In vain, you have walked in the rivers and lakes for decades, acting only by strength, and never willing to use your brains, no wonder good women and beautiful women have never agreed to you!"

The one-armed man spat and said loudly: "Sixth, let me tell you, if it weren't for the order of the sect master, I must find the Cloud Turning Knife as soon as possible, and I will definitely catch up with that beautiful woman and let her serve me willingly." With that, he swallowed a large mouthful of saliva with a grunt in his throat. Lao Liu said: "You also know that if you can't find the treasure knife, the first thing you will do when you go back is to buy a good coffin for yourself, so why don't you find it quickly?"

The little boy clenched his fists very tightly, his feet were firmly on the ground, his neck was stiffly propped up, and his little head was about to rise up, and his eyes looked at the two of them, as if they were about to burst into flames.

The sixth man with the iron pot on his back took a few steps forward, walked to the boy and stood a few feet away, and said: "Little friend, looking at you like this, you must think that this fire was put by the two of us, and you can't wait to skin us alive, yes or no?" Seeing that the boy was silent, he said: "Whether you believe it or not, your house really wasn't burned by us." Besides, even if it was really set on fire by us, and your father was really harmed by us, then it would be troublesome for you to think about it carefully, with your father's good martial arts, he is not our opponent. How can you, a weak little fellow, be able to fight the two of us? ”

Suddenly, the foal the boy was riding in hissed and flew sideways into the flames, stirring up countless sparks as he landed. The one-armed man put away his fist and said, "Maybe when we are happy, we won't throw you into the fire and burn you to death." ”

The sixth child didn't pay attention to him, and said in a low-key manner: "Little friend, think about it carefully, see if what I said is reasonable?"

The little boy suddenly asked, "Are you really here for Daddy's sword?"

The sixth nodded and said, "Uncle doesn't need to lie to you. ”

The little boy's clenched fists gradually relaxed, his feet slowly brought together, he looked at the firelight, lowered his head slightly, and after a while, said, "Well, before handing over the sword, uncle has to answer me two questions." ”

The one-armed man scolded: "your grandmother, don't climb up when you see the pole." You think we're going to find the Cloud Turning Knife, it's really too little for you to ......"

The sixth said: "The fifth, let him ask two questions, so what?"

The little boy said, "I believe that this fire was not set by my uncle." ”

Lao Liu was stunned, his eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Do you really believe it?"

The little boy said: "The two of you are here for the sword, and now that the knife has not been found, you will not set it on fire." ”

The old six eyes showed a slight color, nodded, and said, "What is your first question?"

The little boy said, "Uncle, can you tell me who set fire to the house?"

Seeing that the fear in his eyes had disappeared slightly, Lao Liu took a step closer, and said with a pleasant face: "Little friend, you also know that walking in the rivers and lakes, the most important thing is to dare to act, this uncle and I were ordered to come to find your father's cloud-turning knife, we will not hide this matter at all." Indeed, your house was not burned by the two of us, and we need not bear the blame for this. But if you ask who made this fire, the uncle can only tell you that we arrived here one step later than you, and we really don't know. ”

The one-armed man was extremely impatient, and said loudly: "Sixth, this is enough, you are here to be a good person for a long time, and you are one moment closer to the sect leader's ultimatum, and one step closer to the Hades Palace." He turned his head and said to the boy: "Little bastard, your old son is dead, but your mother still has a breath, if you want to save her, hand over the Cloud Turning Knife first." ”

The boy exclaimed, "Where is my mother?"

One-armed human: "When we went up the mountain, we happened to see three masked people taking a **** down the mountain. Speaking of this, he immediately changed his face, and his fierce appearance disappeared, and a scarred face was faintly red, grunting, swallowing a mouthful of saliva from the boss, and said: "That beautiful woman was born with a water spirit - willow eyebrows, apricot eyes, cherry mouth, small waist, humming and chirping to take people's souls and kill people...... If it weren't for his life, Lao Tzu would have swallowed that beauty in one bite. ”

The boy didn't wait for him to finish, turned around and ran down the hill, and as soon as he had taken two steps, the one-armed man picked him up and said, "If you don't hand over the Cloud Turning Knife, it's not so easy to die, or to go down the mountain." ”

The boy struggled and said, "Let go of me, I'm going down the mountain to save my mother." ”

The sixth child grabbed the one-armed man's hand, gently let go of the boy, and said: "Little friend, it was already an hour ago, and the three people who robbed your mother were all riding horses, how can you chase them? ”

When the boy heard this, he froze in place, his eyes looking at the trail downhill, full of tears.

The one-armed man stomped his foot in anger and said, "He also said that I didn't want to use my brains, if it weren't for you, he would have told us where the Cloud Turning Knife was." ”

The sixth child ignored him and said to the little boy: "You just said that there are two questions, what is the other one?"

The boy's slightly bulging throat floated slightly, and he said for a long time, "No." ”

Lao Liu said: "Don't you want to ask, who are we, and why did we rob your father's Cloud Turning Knife?"

The boy said, "You are so jealous of the sect master, I think it is not a good thing to come to the sect master, and his subordinates are almost the same. ”

The one-armed man widened his eyes and said, "Sixth, what does he mean by this?"

Instead of being angry, the sixth laughed and said, "What else?"

The boy continued: "My father has never told me anything about the treasure knife, and I don't know where to hide it.

The sixth man showed a look of approval in his eyes, and said: "I can't see that although you are young, you act and speak differently than ordinary people, which is very good." ”

The one-armed man said: "What a fart, this torch has burned everything, and this little fart kid doesn't know anything, how are we going to deal with it?"

For a long time, the two looked at the fire, and there was no good solution.

Suddenly, the boy said, "I have a solution." ”

Lin Zhonghuai hurriedly said: "You can say it." ”

The boy said, "Uncle took me out of here." ”

The one-armed man snorted, picked up the big knife and said: "Little bastard, you really have to make inches, Lao Tzu didn't cut you into two pieces, you brought up the conditions." ”

The boy said, "Take me, it's good for everyone." ”

One-armed man: "What bullshit good?"

The boy said: "There are two groups of people here in the blink of an eye, and maybe there will be a third group, two of them are here on the orders of the sect master, there must be backers behind them, I will follow you, not only can I avoid death, but I can also go down the mountain to find out my mother's whereabouts." After a pause, he continued: "If you return in vain, you will definitely be punished by the sect master, take me back, and say that I know where the treasure knife is, so that I can have an explanation, or you can avoid the pain of flesh and skin." ”

One-armed man: "You ......" couldn't help but be stunned. Lao Liuxian never expected this kid to ask for this. He carried the iron pot over his shoulder, and immediately said, "Okay, uncle promised you." It's just that I asked you, my uncle is here to find your family's treasure sword, aren't you afraid that my family leader won't get the treasure knife to kill you?"

The boy said, "I can say in a few words that my uncle will not kill me, and maybe I can convince your sect leader." Besides, my uncle is completely different from this uncle, not like a bad person, if the sect leader wants to kill me, my uncle will definitely intercede for me. ”

The sixth said with a smile: "Lin has been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, and it is the first time I have heard someone say that I am not a bad person. Haha, kid, you're really good at talking, by the way, you haven't told your uncle what your name is. ”

The boy said: "My name is Gu Yuecong, my uncle can call me Cong'er, what is my uncle's name?"

Lao Liu said: "My name is Lin Zhonghuai, and this uncle is Li Lingfeng." ”

Gu Yuecong glanced at Li Lingfeng and said, "Are you very good at light skills?"

Li Lingfeng and Lin Zhonghuai said in unison: "How do you know?"

Gu Yuecong pointed to his head and said, "The face is full of knife wounds, and it's not easy to do it here, unless you have excellent light skills, how can you survive until now." ”

Lin Zhonghuai laughed and said, "Yes, this Uncle Ling's light skills are indeed good. ”

Li Lingfeng said viciously: "Boy, Lao Tzu also looked like Pan An when he was young. After a pause, he pointed to the sixth child and said, "Aren't you like a god, so guess what he does?"

Gu Yuecong said: "You don't have to guess to know." ”

Li Lingfeng said suspiciously: "I don't believe it. ”

Gu Yuecong said: "Let's go down the mountain together, Uncle Lin will tell me, do you still have to guess?"

Lin Zhonghuai laughed even more. Gu Yue Cong said: "Uncle Lin, please wait for me for a while." With that, he knelt down with a thud, kowtowed to his father's corpse eight times, and walked to the side to start digging and digging a pit.

Lin Zhonghuai saw that he not only did not cry at all, but his expression was as usual, and he felt that this child was extraordinary. said, "Uncle is here to help you." The two of them, one big and one small, began to dig the pit with their hands. In the middle of the moon, Gu Yuecong dragged his father's corpse into the dirt pit, looked at it for a while, and buried it with a handful. Lin Zhonghuai said: "Uncle erects a monument for your father." Li Lingfeng, who was angry and watched from the wall, borrowed a big knife, split wood to make a monument, and asked, "What is your father's name?" Gu Yuecong said: "Gu Yichen." The locust movement in the forest pointed to the force, carved the "tomb of the ancient winged dust" on the wood chips, inserted it into the mud, and then jumped on the horse. Gu Yuecong kowtowed three more times to the wooden tablet before standing up.

Lin Zhonghuai gently hugged Gu Yue Cong and put him in front of him, and said: "Cong'er, let's go down the mountain, don't worry, Xingzhou Qisha is now a member of the Bloodthirsty Sect, and no one dares to do anything to you." ”