Time flies, and the time for Lin Manliu's long trip is slowly approaching. The sooner it is before the trip, the longer Ye Dangting's sword practice requirements and time for the boy in short shirts become.
At first, when he was teaching the boy Xia Yan mottled shadow, Lin Manliu could still go to the houses related to the caravans in the streets in his free time, but in the past few days, he opened the doors and windows of the sword-learning courtyard early in the morning and walked out. After entering the house, I couldn't go home until nightfall to chat with my mother and master, and then I was ready to go back to the small sword practice courtyard to rest so that I could continue practicing swordsmanship the next day.
When heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to a man, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body...
Whenever the short-shirted young man in the courtyard was a little unsteady in his sword grip, or practiced it to the point of exhaustion, the old liar always kept repeating these truths and classics, and also added some more, "Just let him." You're just practicing swordplay, I haven't made you suffer any other hardships, why don't you thank you for being Tingge..." These words were full of sarcasm.
Ever since Mother Lin knew the location of the small courtyard, she would walk down the street to the courtyard door from time to time, and look at her son through the gap in the courtyard door. She would watch her son practicing swordsmanship from time to time. She would fall down due to exhaustion, or the hand holding the sword and setting the stake would tremble slightly in the air. It was obvious that she could no longer hold on, and she was still gritting her teeth to hold on. Mother Lin had to make up her mind to watch here for a while before going home. go.
Whenever Lin's mother returns to the shop, Eleven inevitably has to give her some comfort.
"Don't be afraid, Aunt Lin. The reason he reached his sixth year was because he was too poor in his early years. Now, help him lay a solid foundation so that he won't be bullied by others when he travels far away." On the eleventh day, Mother Lin said to Mother Lin, who looked a little worried.
"I know all this and understand it, but will it be too hard for Manliu? I used to think that he should go out when he grows up, but now it seems that it is too early..." Mother Lin He nodded after listening to Eleven's persuasion.
"That's good for Aunt Lin. I always thought that Aunt Lin was too harsh on Man Liu before, but now it seems that she feels sorry for Man Liu after all." Eleven held Mother Lin's hand and said with a gentle smile.
"What parent in the world doesn't feel sorry for their son? It was just so that Man Liu wouldn't worry about me and his father." A smile finally appeared on Mother Lin's face.
Seeing Shi Yi comforting Mother Lin, he turned to look at the small sword practice courtyard outside the shop. He secretly thought to himself, you have taught Man Liu how to practice swordsmanship in the past few days. Do you think this trip is a good one? How difficult and difficult it is to train Manliu to death. Is it possible that Manliu can take your place and accomplish something in the future conflicts between Jianghu and Jianghu?
Thinking of this, Eleven couldn't help but think that you, Ye Dangting, must have some personal grudges mixed in. After Manliu goes out, let's see how I deal with you, but now I feel sorry for my little Manliu...
During the days when Lin Manliu was practicing swordsmanship, a nursery rhyme of children running through the streets and shouting came out in the streets of Dongcheng. It went something like this:
Lin Xiaoer is a tiger who roams the streets and dominates the neighborhood.
Lin Xiaoer, a white-eyed wolf, returns home alone and bullies women and the elderly.
Poverty and hardship are all in vain, and they are deceived into asking gods to help.
Lin Xiaoer is very proud, arrogant and insults his elders.
Lin Xiao'er speaks without restraint and resents his fellow villagers, which chills people's hearts.
...
Such ugly and convoluted nursery rhymes were actually learned by the children in the East City. Previously, the caravan manager wanted the children in the East City to read some simple nursery rhymes to the caravan and tell them about their long journey. As long as he could finish the story, he would give out candied haws and some food to the children. No children were willing to talk about it. Now these nursery rhymes for the Lin family or Lin Manliu came uninvited.
May 11th, early morning
Today, Lin Manliu had just put on his clothes, opened the door and window on the second floor of the sword practice courtyard, and was about to go downstairs to continue practicing swordsmanship. When he was still walking down the stairs, a voice came from outside the first floor: "I won't practice swordsmanship today." Come on, go get some food from home and I’ll tell you something.”
The person who spoke was naturally Ye Dangting. Every day when Lin Manliu woke up and walked to the courtyard, he would lie on the soft bed early. After Lin Manliu took a rest at night, he would still lie there on the soft bed. On top of the collapse, at first the boy in a short shirt thought that the old liar was too lazy, so he also rested in the courtyard at night and was unwilling to even enter the room. However, in the next few nights, Ye Dangting was nowhere to be seen when he went to the toilet.
"I know, I'll do it when I go." Lin Manliu walked to the door on the first floor and said to the old liar. He saw the old liar lying leisurely on the couch, holding a page of paper that looked like a letter in his hand. He looked at him without even looking at himself when he answered him.
It didn't take long for the young man in a short shirt to take some cakes from home, walk back to the sword-learning courtyard, place the cakes on the soft side, and then unconsciously walked to the center of the courtyard.
"Are you confused when practicing sword practice? Why did you just stand in the middle of the yard when I asked you to stop practicing?"
Lin Manliu didn't reply. He was just a little speechless at his reaction when he came out after practicing swordsmanship for the past few days, and turned his head to one side in embarrassment.
Seeing that the boy did not respond, Ye Dangting simply continued to look at the pages in his hands, and then began to chant nursery rhymes that children in the streets often hummed.
"Lin Xiao'er, Lin Xiao'er, what about you, little liar, what do you think?" After Ye Dang finished reading the nursery rhyme leisurely, he looked towards Lin Manliu in the middle of the courtyard.
"There is no need to think about it. What others think and what others think has nothing to do with me." Lin Manliu had already begun to use his fingers as a sword, and began to demonstrate the sword skills he had learned in the courtyard.
"Hey, it's not fun, it's not fun. Your temper is meaningless. I don't know if that girl will fall in love with someone like you who doesn't know how to be funny." Ye Dangting continued to mutter.
"What does it have to do with me if no one likes me?" Lin Manliu paused slightly in waving his finger sword. After finishing speaking, he continued to dance his fingers. A blue figure flashed in his heart, but it was only at the moment of pause. For a moment, then I didn’t think about it anymore.
"You... forget it, talking to you is really pointless. I want to talk to you about business." Ye Dangting patted the soft cake softly. After speaking, he casually twisted a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth.
After hearing the news, the boy in short shirt also stopped what he was doing and stood upright in the courtyard, waiting for Ye Dang to hear what he said next.
"After practicing the sword these days, the effect is naturally good in my opinion. With your current body and bones, you have still reached the limit. In the remaining two days, you can spend more time with your parents and your master. Just understand it." Ye Dangting was talking downstairs in the house, and Lin Manliu was listening quietly in the courtyard. May 13th was the time for the young man to set off for a long journey.
"The Sword Making Peak Sword Technique that your master taught you at first is the basic skill for all the sword moves you use. From now on, you should follow this method no matter how you practice the sword. Then the Shanshui Sword Cultivation Technique that I taught you is to let you When controlling the sword, you can breathe around your whole body and find ways to coordinate sword moves, which is also applicable to what you learn now and in the future."
"Um".
"Except for these, I know that in the past, when fighting enemies, you can also make some of those people's sword moves look very good. There is no problem in fooling ordinary people. In some enemies that need to conceal their body, Naturally, it can be used to deceive others, but be careful not to use these arrogances to only increase your weaknesses when encountering a strong enemy."
"Um".
"Then there are Bamboo Surge and Mottled Shadow. These two sword moves are different from the previous sword moves because they cannot be used alone as a single technique to defeat the enemy. They should be used together with what was learned previously."
"Um".
"Well, you are big. Can you give some reaction to the little liar? If you are so perfunctory, you can practice sword practice with me until you go out." Ye Dangting slapped him softly again. The movement at this time was much louder than before.
"I know, I know, they are just worried about my safety after I go out. I understand all this. Two big men, really..." Lin Manliu understood that the words of the old liar were usually gone when he drew his sword. I’ve talked about it enough, I’ve talked about it all again today, I’m just worried about myself.
Ye Dangting watched the boy's actions and words in the courtyard. He did not continue to refute, but continued to lie on the couch and read the paper in his hand. The boy in the short shirt did not know what was written on it was what he had just said about himself. Nursery rhymes, or Ye Dang listens to some of his own personal letters.
Afterwards, the two of them chatted some more about their sword training experiences in the past few days. Lin Manliu was sent away by Ye Dangting again and asked the young man to go to the shop to accompany his mother and master.
Ye Dangting, who was alone in the sword-learning courtyard, finally threw the paper in his hand on the soft side, rested his head on his hands, and began to close his eyes and meditate.
The paper that was casually thrown on the soft side read: "On the occasion of the beginning of summer, there were many tourists. When I went to the countryside of Yuezhou, I saw rapeseed fields. They were in great bloom. However, I thought that it was already summer. I don't know. How long can it keep blooming? Let’s have wine and talk happily when we meet again in the future.”
...
Six days ago, the beginning of summer
In a rapeseed field in a village ten miles east of Yuezhou City, the rapeseed flowers, which were originally growing very well, were trampled into shape, and blood was splashed on the petals. From time to time, there were some shouts. above this originally peaceful field.
More than forty people surrounded the entire rapeseed field, and the water was tight. There were some gray-robed figures in the trapped formation, but most of them had fallen in the field, their clothes were in pieces, and some were missing arms and legs. They were like that forever. Lying on the ground, there were only six or seven gray-robed figures still standing, all holding swords in the same posture.
They surrounded and guarded a man whose clothing was different from the others. Although the man was also wearing a gray robe, there were some cloud patterns and snow embellishments on the robe. From the look of the man's face, he looked like an immortal from heaven. , with long eyebrows like swords, and a cold air in his eyes. If blood hadn't stained most of his clothes and face, he would have been a handsome man.
He held a long sword in his hand, three feet and one inch long. The hilt was engraved with a scarlet plum blossom petal, as if there were a real plum blossom coiled on the hilt. The man tightened his grip on the long sword. His hands suddenly exerted force, and he jumped up from the crowd and charged towards a weaker position among the people surrounding him.
The moment he jumped with his sword and penetrated deeply into the surrounding people, three heads flew into the sky together, and then the sword-wielding man in gray robes behind him also moved and followed him into the battle to kill the enemy.
"Show sword with the original poster! Fight these thieves!".
"Go!"
The final fight begins here, with the Fengxue Grand View Tower fighting against the Evil Slaughter Sect for the first time.
The final ending of this rape field is just like the stories told by storytellers in the market. The hero will have a heroic ending. The trapped person will naturally break out of the situation, but he is the only one.
