"Ah Hui, your sword, the master taught it to be an inch away, but your sword is not only an inch upward, but also a little more oblique. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Brother, you don't understand, Master is stronger than us and taller than us, this sword should have stabbed the opponent in the chest, if it is copied according to Master's teaching, we can only stab the opponent in the lower abdomen, and the power of this sword will be lost. ”

"Yes...... Can...... If this sword is off, won't the next style also change shape?"

"So I've also deviated a little bit this time, brother, if we practice martial arts and copy those moves and routines, what's the difference between them and those wooden stakes in Master's room?

"Han'er is right, it seems that Han'er's understanding of sword moves will definitely surpass that of his teacher in the future. ”

Wu Qingshan, who appeared behind the Yang brothers at some point, sighed while caressing his long beard.

"Master. ”

"Master. ”

Yang Hui, the younger brother who was still smiling with Yang Shuo a moment ago, suddenly collapsed with an expression on his face, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that Mr. Wu was really praising himself, instead of secretly criticizing himself for being naughty like usual, but a smile bloomed on his face.

Yang Shuo kept a straight face as always, Yang Shuo, who was only thirteen years old at this moment, did not dare to show his majesty as a brother, but there was still some childishness on his skin, otherwise just looking at that temperament, it can be said that there is not much difference from an adult.

"It's just that if Hao'er can concentrate on practicing the mind like Shuo'er, then in the future, martial arts may be able to surpass him as a teacher. ”

"Master is so powerful, I can't compare to my cultivation. ”

Twelve-year-old Yang Hui scratched his head and pursed his lips, he already knew that Mr. Wu would not praise himself like this, if Mr. Wu didn't say a few words to him one day, Yang Hui would feel uncomfortable all over his body.

After all, if you don't say it for a while, you won't just say it after that, if you are locked up, you can't go to Yangzhou Market with your brother, master, and Lao Zhou at the end of the decade, the kind of days when you stay alone in the empty Taoist temple, Yang Hui just thought about it, and felt that the hairs on his body stood up.

"Heh, if you don't want to be blue, I don't want to recognize you as an apprentice in the future. ”

Mr. Wu smiled slightly, and said: "Lao Zhou has finished the meal, come and eat, the morning class is here, finish the meal quickly, and go to read and study and practice the mind." ”

"Yes. Yang Shuo's voice was very loud, he puffed up his chest and walked to the dining room.

"Yes. Yang Hui followed behind his brother and answered weakly, but when he passed by Mr. Wu, he muttered in a voice that mosquitoes and flies couldn't hear: "Stinky old man......"

When the Yang brothers entered the house and looked at the empty backyard, Mr. Wu smiled wryly and sighed, "This kid ......"

still remembers that morning as always, those warm beams of sunshine, and the "stinky old man" who can always make his brothers feel warm, Yang Shuo will think of that time every time he dreams back at midnight. Probably that was the happiest day of my life except for Yangjiabao? The days of practicing on Phoenix Mountain were almost forgotten compared to the warmth, and now all that remains is the sea of fire spreading in Yangjiabao, and the terrible screams...... It's probably still the day when you practice with Yang Hui on Phoenix Mountain, it's the best time, right?

Of course, no matter which memory it is, Mr. Wu's figure will appear in it. The two brothers who escaped from the fire of Yangjiabao caught up with the snow disaster that Jiangnan had not encountered in a hundred years, and wanted to rely on the friendship between the family and the beggars to ask the beggars for a bite to eat, but because the family only knew the fur of the family and martial arts, they were abandoned in the heavy snow after gnawing on the steamed buns with those beggars for a few days.

In the end, if it weren't for the head of the Sikong family, Sikong Wuwu, who passed by and saved the two brothers Yang Shuo and Yang Hui, about that heavy snow would have killed the two of them, right?

Of course, what really made them feel the joy of their parents when they were in Yangjiabao was the "stinky old man" with gray hair and a face like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties. Although this title has never been shouted by Yang Hui, in front of Mr. Wu's tomb, when Yang Shuo shed tears that had not been shed since Yang Hui's death, he still shouted at the wordless tablet.

I still remember that after Mr. Wu saw Yang Shuo and Yang Hui for the first time, he proposed to Sikong Wuya to accept the two brothers as disciples. The Yang brothers, who still don't understand how famous the name of "Jianghuai Renxia" is in the rivers and lakes, thought that they would be slaves and maids from now on, who knows...... Even if Yang Shuo recalls it now, the days in this nameless Taoist temple are probably the happiest days in this life, right?

Although it is said that after Yang Hui's death, Mr. Wu's temperament changed greatly, and it was not until he accepted Sikong Gu, a little junior brother, that he got a little better. But Yang Shuo also knew that since Yang Hui's death, the relationship between himself and his teacher could never go back.

In Yang Shuo's opinion, when the two of them saw each other, they would both think of the reason why Yang Hui once existed.

Yang Shuo also asked Mr. Wu about his own school, but Mr. Wu always kept silent, or looked for some reason that even children knew was an excuse. In addition, Yang Hui would always make trouble at this time, so Yang Shuo couldn't ask why at all. It wasn't until after going down the mountain that Yang Shuo solved this puzzle with a question.

"If the stinky old man is from the Demon Gate, do we know that it will be a good thing for us in the future?"

"But Master, he acts above board, and he is called a 'benevolent man' by the people of the rivers and lakes, how can it be...... Born in the Demon Gate?"

In one room, two beds, the two brothers always talk about the world, although Yang Shuo will not pay attention to Yang Hui most of the time when he is on the mountain, but will scold him to let him rest quickly. But after going down the mountain, Yang Shuo was no longer so "sticking to principles", for this, Yang Shuo admitted to his only blood relative in the world on the first day of going down the mountain: "Master is not here, no one will scold us, and we don't have to practice hard every day...... There's nothing wrong with resting later. ”

"There are also people in the Demon Gate who have changed their ways, you see the Chunde monk of Shaolin, isn't that it?"

"But...... Master, he ......"

"In short, if Master doesn't say it, we don't have to ask, I always feel that Master has something to hide from us......"

"Perhaps, it's not necessarily a bad thing to hide from us. ”

Yang Shuo felt uneasy at the thought that Mr. Wu might have been born in the Demon Gate or the Evil Dao, and over the years, Mr. Wu had been letting the two brothers Yang Shuo and Yang Hui read the Four Books and Five Classics and practice the knowledge of the sages, no matter how they looked at it, they didn't look like the people in the Demon Gate recorded in the classics.

"Who knows...... Let's rest quickly, we have to go to Luoyang tomorrow to track down the whereabouts of the 'ghost'." ”

"Yes. Who knows. ”

In front of Zhu Wudong, Yang Shuo sighed softly.

"It's not bad that Master came from a hidden family...... Maybe it's not bad......" (To be continued.) )