Chapter 85, Shao Room Mountain

Songshan Mountain, Taimuro Mountain, Shaomuro Mountain.

Taimur Mountain, Songshan School, Shaolin Mountain, Shaolin Temple.

Nowadays, some people go to Shaolin Temple, and some people go to the Songshan faction to learn martial arts.

It seems that the Songshan faction has become a first-class sect in today's martial arts in the two rivers and lakes, although it is inferior to Shaolin, but its prestige is not what it used to be.

Hats, linen clothes, walking like flying.

A large man walked on the mountain path of Shaomuro Mountain, but did not go up the mountain.

On July 23, there was wind, strong wind, and hurricane in Songshan.

The wind blew the heavens and the earth, and the wind whistled in his ears, but the big man walked very steadily, walked very fast, and soon people went on a mountain road.

Suddenly, Dahan stopped and stretched out his hand.

A few pieces of yellow paper floated through the air and landed in the hands of the big man.

"Paper money, someone is burning paper money. Dahan muttered to himself, the wind was blowing from a very familiar direction, Dahan's eyes lit up, and he accelerated his pace again, the fallen leaves flew behind him, and the person disappeared in the blink of an eye, as fast as the wind.

People, two, two people with wrinkles carved on their faces.

One man and one woman.

People may not be very old, but they are already old, both physically and mentally.

There was a brazier on the ground, and there was a pair of paper money, and the two of them threw the paper money in the brazier, looked at the tombstone in front of them, and whispered to themselves, and the air was filled with a very faint and faint sadness, and the sadness that could not be dispersed.

"Dad, mother!" A loud voice sounded, the two old men were stunned, turned around, and showed a look of surprise on their faces, but at the same time, a flash of panic flashed, and the speed of the flash was very fast, but it was still captured by the big man with a bright smile on his face.

Lifting the hat, revealing the happy faces of the two old men, the old man quickened his pace and pounced on it with a smile.

"Feng'er, you're back. ”

After some greetings, Dahan glanced at the grave with only a tombstone and no surname, and said, "Dad, mother, you are here to sweep the tomb again." ”

The two old men were silent at the same time, but they walked down the mountain with their bodies on their backs, and the big man had no choice but to follow the lookout and go down the mountain, bringing a hat.

After a while, a vicissitudes of life voice sounded in Dahan's ears: "Let's go back and talk about it." ”

Dahan hurried to follow.

On the way, the old woman was a little panting, the big man picked up the old woman on his back, walked down the hill carefully, the old man opened his big mouth with missing teeth, laughed happily, and touched the goat's beard.

With his head down, a look of determination flashed in the old man's eyes.

Thatched house, a simple and cozy thatched house.

Very familiar thatched house.

The old man sat in the courtyard with a small bench, the old woman was cooking in the kitchen to wash vegetables, and the big man was chopping wood in the courtyard.

The axe is rusty and not sharp. There was still a faint blood stain on the handle of the axe, and the big man felt sad in his heart, blamed himself, and felt deeply unfilial.

Chopping wood and carrying water, all the thoughts when he came were buried.

The sound of chopping wood sounded very frequently in the courtyard, and from time to time there was a heart-wrenching and pleasant laughter in the kitchen, and the old man sat down, smoking dry tobacco in his mouth, looking at his son who was chopping wood, and was silent.

It's been a long time, and I don't know how long it has been.

The firewood has been chopped and can be piled up into a hill, so the old man slowly spoke: "Go into the water, there is no water in the two big water tanks at home." ”

"Good lak!" the big man smiled, put down the axe, and went to carry water with a bucket without wiping the sweat, passed by the kitchen, comforted the mother who rushed out angrily with a kitchen knife and was about to scold, and then carried water.

There is a well a mile and a half walk from the thatched house.

It took the big man fifteen times to fill the two buckets of water, but he only got the old man's nod, and he smiled very stingily at this son, whom he was obviously very pleased with.

didn't give the big man much time to rest, and said, "Don't go anywhere these days, help your mother and me dig a well in the yard, and I will have something to tell you when the time comes." ”

The big man smiled innocently and nodded. In front of his parents, he does not have the arrogance of the outside, and the momentum of the world, only honesty, honesty, and filial piety.

After sitting down, the old woman handed him a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and asked tentatively, "Dad, you know everything outside." ”

The old man glared at the big man fiercely, but did not speak.

The big man was silent and didn't dare to speak.

The old woman who was standing at the door of the kitchen looking at her son with a smile on her face was not happy, and she staggered up and wanted to scold: "My son finally came back, and you let him do the east and west, do you have a father like this?"

The old man smoked a dry cigarette and did not answer.

The old woman scolded a few words in succession, all of which were harsh words.

The old man remained silent.

The heroic man who is outside and looks down on the heroes of the world is already sweating at this time, and keeps persuading, where there is an outside demeanor, only helplessness, honesty and filial piety, very ordinary and ordinary quality.

finally coaxed the old lady into the kitchen when the food was about to burn, and this unilateral invincible scolding war was over.

The shoddy cigarette stick, the shoddy dry tobacco, was smoked after half a sound.

The old man knocked on the cigarette stick and poured out the cigarette dregs, and then the old man, who had been silent, said: "Stay for a few days, your mother and I miss you." ”

Dahan's heart touched it fiercely, and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

Turning his head, tears were already rolling down his cheeks.

Home is still the original happy home, people are still the original kind people, and people are already old, and time is running out.

"Children are not filial!" the big man took a deep breath, sighed, turned around, his tears had been wiped away, and got up to go to the well.

The old man glanced at his son, smiled, and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Crowded with wrinkled faces, smiling exceptionally brightly.

But he didn't allow his son to see it.

"Lao Tzu's son is a dragon, not a worm like me. The old man said in his heart.

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On the road, on the road of Hangu Pass, to be precise, on the road of the Valley of the Deaf and Dumb.

Two carriages, eight horses.

The carriage was extremely luxurious, and the horses were extremely strong.

The horse is not a thousand miles horse, but the endurance is extraordinary, which is the best configuration that Wen Yi Long Yuan can come up with.

The most superior configuration, the person sitting in the carriage speaks for itself.

Mo Tingchi sat in the carriage and closed his eyes to recuperate, he was about to reach the Hangu Pass Realm in a few hours, and he needed to recharge his energy to deal with the next things.

Things may be unpredictable, or they may be in his expectation.

Either way, he likes to be prepared, just in case.

Lifting the curtain, Mo Tingchi glanced at the sedan chair on the opposite side that was almost the same as the sedan chair in terms of luxury, but better than the sedan chair in terms of delicacy.

There were two people sitting in the sedan chair, Wang Yuyan and a woman who had never shown up.

"I hope there aren't any accidents. Closing the curtain, Mo Pond whispered to himself.

At this time, the horses neighed, and the carriage shook.

Horses are good horses, and the people who stand in the carriage are very skilled in driving, and this situation would not have happened, but it happened.

The folding fan lifted the corner of the curtain, and it was not surprising that someone really blocked the road of the carriage.

Led by two young and beautiful women, behind them were a group of sturdy men with knives and guns and maces, eyeing them fiercely.

"Just get rid of it!"

Closing the curtain, Mo Dump Chi said lightly, and closed his eyes at the same time.

Nuan Yu got out of the carriage, glanced at the two women in the lead, pointed to the other handlebar, and said coldly: "You should know who the people in that carriage are? ”

The two women did not speak, their soft eyes were hidden, and they were ready to draw their swords.

Extremely close to the two women, Nuan Yu was not in a hurry, and continued: "If they are the people you are looking for, you can only sink into the sand, if they are not the people you are looking for, even if you duel with us, it will be useless, so if I leave with you, don't waste time by dwelling here." ”

"Are you scared?" said the woman on the left.

Nuan Yu got on the horse and replied lightly: "The Deaf and Dumb Valley is where you need to pay attention, not here, my words have been finished, you can do it, if you don't do it, I'll leave." ”

The whip sounded, and the horse moved forward smoothly and slowly.

Looking at the horse that slowly stepped forward, the two women restrained the killing intent in their hearts, waved their hands, and the people separated the road, and the two carriages drove by at the same time.

Another carriage.

In the carriage, the woman who had never shown up from beginning to end glanced at Wang Yuyan playfully, and said, "A maid is so articulate, this ink pouring pool is really worthy of its name." ”

Wang Yuyan closed her eyes, and she didn't have the heart to talk to this woman who was obviously closely related to herself, but made a high-hanging expression that had nothing to do with herself, even though this woman with a noble temperament was very close to her.

At this moment, there was only one thing in her mind: where was Qiao Feng?

Where is Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng is still at the foot of Shaomu Mountain.

Carrying water, chopping wood, digging wells.

After three days of work, the well was finally dug.

A meal that was not sumptuous was brought to the small wooden table by a pair of trembling hands, and the three of them ate. The old woman often served vegetables for the big man, but the old man was still silent and ate silently. The old woman blamed the old man, and the big man fulfilled his duty of consolation as always.

After the meal, the old man stood up, glanced at his son, and said, "Wait and go up the mountain with me and bring paper money." ”

The old woman glared at the old man fiercely, but she didn't open her mouth to curse, but just looked at the big man with a painful heart, and picked up vegetables for the big man.

Up the mountain, the mountain road is not long and not rugged, but it is difficult for the elderly to walk.

The big man wanted to help, but he was glared at by the old man, and only followed the old man honestly, holding paper money and brazier in his hand.

The tombstone, the one with no name

The big man went up and was about to kneel, but was stopped by the stubborn and eccentric old man: "You don't owe him, so you don't have to kneel, just squat and burn." ”

The old man took out his cigarette stick, lit the fire, and took a deep breath.

Dahan understands his father's habit, and his father usually only smokes a cigarette before or after eating, leisurely! If he smokes at other times, it means that he has something important to say.

The paper money in the brazier was still small, but the old man had already spoken: "I have heard the masters of the mountain mention the things under the mountain, so I know a little bit, and I also know the purpose of your visit." ”

The big man was stunned and asked, "Dad, can you tell me the answer?"

The cigarette stick fell on the head of the big man, and the old man stomped his feet and said, "You are Han, not Khitan, but I don't want you to be just Han." ”

The big man looked at the old man in a daze, and looked at his father, who was very different at this time.