In the blink of an eye, Zhizhi and Ozawa have been following the old man on the mountain for five years. Ozawa is five years old. Now it looks like he has long lost the skinny appearance he used to have, and has been replaced by a milky white fat boy, very cute.

Broken Branches are very attentive to her little urine, and they have taken good care of her for five years, Xiao Zexuan has naturally become her follower, and Ozawa Xuan can walk and talk, and follows Orichi all day long: "Sister, sister." Screamed. I can't leave her for a moment. The old man was sometimes jealous of this, but he could do nothing about it.

Today happened to be March 14, five years ago today, more than 30 people in Wangqin Village were slaughtered by the Manchu Heishui Hall because they did not want to tell Lin Zexuan's whereabouts. So every year at this time, the old man would come to the bottom of the mountain with Broken Branches and Ozawa Xuan to worship the white harriers.

"Master, you said that you wanted me to avenge Uncle Bai, but listening to what you said about Heishuitang, how could I beat them?" Xiao Zexuan knelt in front of the white harrier's grave, and asked the old man in a milky voice.

The old man twisted his sparse white beard with his hand, and said with a smile: "No matter how powerful and poisonous Heishuitang is, it will not be my opponent." “

"Ah, Master, are you going to teach Xiao Urine martial arts now?" Zhi Zhi suddenly widened her big watery eyes, very frightened.

"Five years old, for a child, whether it is reading and reading or practicing martial arts, is the best age for enlightenment, and it is time to teach him martial arts. The old man smiled slightly.

Ozawa heard the conversation between the two on the side, and suddenly became energetic, and his heart was full of joy. In the past, he always watched the broken branches fly up and down in the mountains and forests, and he was envious. And Ori Zhi likes to see Ozawa Xuan swinging two little short legs and trying to chase her, but he can't catch up with the angry and corrupt appearance, so he often teases him like this. So Ozawa is full of expectations for martial arts.

"He's so young, how can he endure that suffering. Ori Zhi looked a little anxious.

"Okay, this matter is non-negotiable, if Zexuan is late in practice, there are some things that he will not be able to touch for a lifetime. That's how everybody comes here. The old man touched Xiao Zexuan's head with his hand, looked at the broken branch and comforted.

"Yes, yes, I'm going to practice martial arts now!" Xiao Zexuan seemed to be afraid that his sister would persuade the master, so he hurriedly clenched his hands tightly and interjected into the words.

"Haha, that's fine, starting tomorrow, you can get up early with me to practice. The old man looked at Xiao Zexuan's appearance, couldn't help laughing, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pinched Xiao Zexuan's face: "I just hope you don't complain."

Since Xiao Zexuan began to practice martial arts, there is no easy time in the past, and he was pulled up by the old man early in the morning and poured cold water on his body, and at the beginning, he couldn't hear Xiao Zexuan's ghost crying wolf howl one morning, and Zhizhi could only stand helplessly next to him at this time, and his eyes were so distressed that his eyes were in tears. After that, the old man himself became a teacher, teaching Ozawa to read and read, and to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics. In the old man's words, "You can't be both civil and military, you can only see half of the world." After reading the book, Ze Xuan began to practice martial arts moves.

The old man held a branch and stood in front of Ozawa, looking around. Suddenly, he spun up the branch, kicked and jumped, three or four times, and then flew down with one hand behind his back. Ozawa looked very red-eyed, and wanted to be able to do this. The old man naturally saw what he was thinking, and laughed very smugly: "How about it, Master's light skills are good." Ozawa didn't agree with the reason, and quickly nodded his head non-stop. "It's just that you're not yet the time to learn light skills, your muscles and bones are not opened, and you can't practice breaking them. The old man continued. "Huh?" Ozawa listened, his face froze, and he looked unbelieving.

"Don't!" the old man smiled as he grabbed a small from behind him. "What are you doing catching birds?" Ozawa was puzzled.

The old man did not answer, but put the bird at the end of the branch in his hand. Thinking free, the little jumped on a branch and took off, but miraculously it couldn't fly at all. It turned out that the old man sank his wrist downward at the moment when the little mountain bird jumped and spread his wings, and the force of the little stepping on the branch was removed.

"That's what you have to practice, and when you make it impossible for this bird to fly off your branches, you can practice something else. Of course, I have to tie a rope to this bird's catch, otherwise I will fly one and I will catch one, and I will not be tired and old. The old man said to Ozawa.

Ozawa's jaw dropped, his eyes and mouth were wide open, and he didn't move.

The so-called poor and rich martial arts, people who practice martial arts usually not only have to eat meat, but also have to be equipped with various medicinal materials to replenish the vitality in the body, so that they can practice with high intensity on the first day, and they will not be weak on the second day. Fortunately, there is no shortage of all kinds of mountain delicacies and rare medicinal materials on Changbai Mountain, and it can even be said that there are all over the mountains, so the only thing that Xiao Zexuan is satisfied with after practicing martial arts is those who eat, for natural foodies, if there is food, you can temporarily forget all the pain. At dinner, Ozawa's eyes lit up, his eyes did not leave the wooden table for a moment, and he did not look tired and half-dead before eating.

After dinner, however, it was different. In the room, Ozawa was lying on the bed with his hands and feet wrapped and breaking branches, complaining about the master's sternness. He was very dissatisfied and talked about using a bird to practice swordsmanship during the day today. For a whole afternoon, he held the branches like this, and He Xiaoniao struggled, without a moment of rest, and was indeed tired. Although Zhizhi was very distressed in his heart, he also knew that martial arts training was not tricky, so he could only keep clapping his hand and saying comforting words.

Ozawa Xuan became more and more energetic the more he talked, and the more he talked, the more aggrieved he became, and he actually cried with a whimper. I can't hear him cry when I hit Zexuan's little broken branch, and every time Xiao Zexuan cries, my heart is soft. So Xiao Zexuan knew that as long as he finished crying and made a request to his good sister, the good sister would agree. This time he cried in front of the broken branch with this kind of thought.

When Ori saw Xiao Zexuan hugging him and crying in a low voice, his heart seemed to melt, so he got up and sat up, put Zexuan on his lap, looked at his teary eyes and said, "Pee, don't cry, how about my sister make you your favorite flying dragon soup tomorrow?" “

When Xiao Zexuan heard this, he took the opportunity to whisper: "Sister, I don't want to practice tomorrow, okay, I'm really going to be tired." "Still coquettishly swinging the arms of the broken branches.

Ori Zhi listened, and almost agreed, but it was as if something was stuffed in his throat, and he couldn't say anything if he agreed. I closed my eyes and thought about it, then opened my eyes and looked at Xiao Zexuan, and said very firmly, "No." “

Ozawa listened and was stunned for a few seconds, then he cried louder, and said while shaking his broken arm more violently: "Sister, sister, please, wow, I'm really going to be tired."

Seeing this, Zhizhi felt like blood in his heart, but let Ozawa cry, he just didn't agree.

Zhizhi didn't know that she was tired of practicing martial arts, but this time she couldn't be soft-hearted. She herself knew that the matter of practicing martial arts could not be delayed at all in terms of time. She herself was late in practicing martial arts, and she met the old man at the age of fifteen, worshipped him as a teacher, and began the road of martial arts practice. But because she started late, it is difficult for her skills to rise again after reaching a level, and it can be said that it is impossible to reach the point of perfection in martial arts like the old man. She has huge expectations for Ozawa, so she can compromise with Ozawa in everything, but she can't practice martial arts.

Such a big movement in the room naturally reached the ears of the old man. The old man's ears were very strong, and he listened to the conversation in the room clearly. In the past, he was very helpless about Ozawa Xuan who loved Broken Branches so much, because in his opinion, these two sisters and brothers were very pitiful, one had a broken family, died young, and the other had no father or mother with an unknown background. And because of his personality and seniority, he can't do too intimate and caring behavior with them. So looking at Orizu's doting on Ozawa, he couldn't say anything accusatory at all. This time, I was very pleased to hear that Ori Zhi was on the key position and resolutely refused to back down on Ozawa, so that he would no longer have to worry about doting on Zexuan in the future.

As for Ze Xuan, he cried loudly, but it didn't play any role, he cried so thirsty and tired, so he cried and cried and fell asleep silently. Since then, he has also learned that crying cannot solve all problems.

And the tightly broken branch that he hugged couldn't fall asleep for a long time. She felt very uncomfortable in her heart, and felt that she was too cruel to poor Xiao Zexuan, so she quietly wiped her tears all night. Then he got up before dawn and went to boil flying dragon soup for Ozawa