Pressing the yellow paper in the wind with a stone slab, the boy breathed into his hands, rubbed it a few times, took out a fire from his sleeves and lit the yellow paper, placed it in a temporary windshield built with stones, and lit it with the help of tongues of fire. Take three sticks of incense, carefully protect the incense heads with your hands, and slowly insert them into the soil.
The first day of the first lunar month is the first lunar month. I will lead my wife and children to worship my ancestors. On the day of the sacrifice, after drinking wine to trance the spirits, the descendants of the family, no matter how big or small, are ranked before their ancestors. The children, wives, and great-grandchildren each serve pepper wine to their parents, and they drink wine to celebrate their longevity, feeling very happy. Burning paper and sweeping graves during the off-year period has been a long-standing rule that is followed by all the nine countries in the world. It happened to be New Year's Eve, and the young man had been working hard for two decades. He had just enough copper to buy a knife to burn paper.
The young man sat down with his left hand hugging his legs, and kept adding yellow paper with his right hand. His voice was lingering in the long wind, telling his mother what happened these days.
The old wooden door at home always squeaked. I twisted a little lamp oil and applied it on the door shaft. Now it is much better.
The teacher has not been here for a long time, but I have done a few arithmetic correctly. Why not send a letter to our school today, and the letter also praised me for my enlightenment.
I didn’t even touch the bacon Aunt An gave me, I gave it to the shopkeeper. By the way, I met a good man, the owner of the teahouse. Go to his place to help chop wood, and you'll be paid several pennies at a time, and sometimes you can even drink.
Mother, don't be angry, Yun Zhong is not young anymore. You said that men have a lot of spirit when they drink. I am a very good drinker. Last time, I made the shopkeeper's face break with the drink.
He also said that he would accept me as his apprentice, learn swordsmanship, perform chivalry and righteousness, and maybe even become a god in the future.
Mom, can I see you when I become a god?
Is it cold over there? Our house is quite warm. I bought a dozen new coals for only two cents, and there is much less black smoke in the house.
Mom, today is the New Year, and they say they want to pay homage to the elderly, but why do I feel that you haven’t left yet.
Your son is here to see you.
The young man smiled brightly, and the tears kept being blown away or condensed on the young man's face in the north wind, and they could not be blown away no matter how hard he blew them away.
When the rooster crows in the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the young man brings a futon from the second floor of the teahouse, kowtows three times in front of Wu Shuang, and formally pays homage to Wu Shuang.
Seeing the young man's serious appearance, Wu Shuang felt relieved: If you fall into my hands, if you dare to talk nonsense in the future, I will beat you up.
Seeing the teacher's complex face, which was trying its best to suppress a smile and was still wiping a bit of damage, Yun Zhong couldn't help but feel doubtful in his heart and hesitantly said, "Master, this is not a marriage ceremony. There is no need to be romantic, right?"
Wu Shuang immediately regretted it.
He pretended to fight, but after carefully looking at the clues on the young man's expression, he found that he was indeed not teasing him intentionally, so most of his anger was let out unknowingly, and his gloomy face made the young man chop wood.
The thing used to chop firewood had been replaced by a long sword years ago, and it was still full of decay and rust. The young man has been chopping firewood for more than two months, and his arm strength has improved a lot compared to the past. The sound of cutting through the air with his sword is endless. What is amazing is that under such force, the rusty sword chops the wood with a dry and unpleasant sound. It seems that no one can survive it. After several ups and downs, not even half of the rust residue fell off.
Compared to an axe, a rusty sword is too frivolous and difficult to control. After a few days, there is still no chip in the wooden stake. The young man was helpless, so he ran to make a pot of Xiaoye Guanyin, carefully poured the tea soup for Wu Shuang, and then smiled, "The apprentice really can't cut through the wooden stake, so I still ask the master to give me some advice."
Wu Shuang took the teacup and pinched the tip of the young man's nose, "Forget it, today will be my teacher's first lesson for you. You must listen carefully." The young man nodded hurriedly, gathered his thoughts, and listened carefully with his ears raised. .
"As long as it is a human being, there are 206 bones all over the body, which are patchworked together in large and small sizes. The bones are attached with tendons, meridians, acupoints, etc., thus forming the prototype of a human being." After a pause at this point, Seeing that the young man was listening with rapt attention, he continued.
"But I think that a swordsman should have two hundred and seven bones. The extra bones are buried deep in the heart, invisible to the eye and indestructible with a powerful crossbow. I call them the heart bones. When the sword is drawn, if the heart bones are straightened, everything can be solved. If the heart and bones are not straight, the paper cannot be penetrated, and the power of the sword will be ruined. To put it simply, the angle of drawing the sword should be correct and straight, the force should be in the same direction as the sword edge, and only by putting aside distracting thoughts in the mind and straightening the heart and bones can a good sword be drawn." After finishing speaking, Wu Shuang picked up the rusty sword and lightly scratched the wooden stake. The wooden stake was quietly divided into two sections, and the cut was like a mirror. The young man seemed to have a clear understanding and bowed to Wu Shuang. He was not busy trying. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the steps and closed his eyes to think about the meaning of his words.
The look of admiration in Wu Shuang's eyes became even stronger. She walked slowly back to the Master's chair with three unsteady steps, picked up the tea cup and gently blew away the fine tea foam. After traveling around for many years, I have seen so many geniuses. He remembered that when he was struggling in the martial arts world in his early years, he had seen several extremely evil sword master embryos in the Three Kingdoms of Zhongzhou alone. Unfortunately, he did not have time to recruit disciples. Counting the time, those children should have become famous all over the world. .
In his eyes, the young man's talent was not outstanding, and he even missed the perfect age for physical training and sword practice because he started too late. However, he never restricted himself to talent when recruiting disciples, and focused on character first. Those who are less talented can, after all, make up for their shortcomings through years of hard work, but their bad character cannot be reversed by gods.
Now I am passing on my ideals to the young man and do not want to demand anything from him. You are still young and your temperament has not yet been determined, so it is most important to establish your swordsmanship and life principles early. With this in mind, Wu Shuang quietly sipped the tea. The more she tasted, the more something was wrong. Only then did she realize that this boy had given him the first cup of tea, and it tasted extremely bitter and astringent.
In a short period of time, Wu Shuang regretted it for the second time.
