My parents passed away early, and I have been dependent on my grandfather since I was a child. However, the good times did not last long, and my grandfather also fell ill.
On the sickbed, grandpa said that he had done all the bad things in his life and would not die well, so he told me not to follow his old path. When my second uncle came back, he asked me to learn business from him.
Two days later, my second uncle came back. With a bad look on his face, he picked me up and threw me outside the door.
As the door closed heavily, I heard the roar of my second uncle inside, saying that he kept doing it for his own good, but ended up giving all the good things to his eldest brother.
After a while, the door was opened, and my second uncle dragged me into the room like a dead dog and threw me in front of my grandfather’s bed.
At this time, my grandfather was already on his deathbed. Seeing me being so abused, the corners of his eyes became moist.
The second uncle said: "Old man, I might as well tell you another secret. Do you know how my eldest brother was tricked to death? It was me who revealed the secret."
When grandpa heard the news, he left without mentioning it.
I turned around and glared at my second uncle. He came up with a big ear and called me a little beast.
He also asked me if my grandfather had left anything or any last words before he left.
I said nothing.
He slapped me twice more, turned the whole old house upside down, and then set the house on fire.
The person and the house that provided me with shelter were all destroyed in the flames.
I could only go to town and beg on the streets, fighting for a place with the beggars in the Chenghuang Temple.
That year, I was twelve years old.
The weather is getting cooler and winter is approaching.
At this time, the second uncle came again.
He asked me in a friendly voice if my grandfather had told me anything or left anything before he died. As long as I told him, he would guarantee that I would be well clothed and well fed, and that I would be a master.
I stared at him, wanting to bite him to death.
Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of me, he left.
Just when I relaxed my guard and retreated into the corner, my second uncle brought me a basin of cold water from outside and poured it on me from head to toe.
The second uncle was condescending with a ferocious look on his face: "Back then, your parents begged me not to kill you, and I agreed, so I won't let you die so quickly. I want them to watch from heaven how I tortured his son. "
The second uncle threw down a cotton coat, laughed and left.
I huddled in the corner, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, thinking that as long as I didn't die, sooner or later I would have to skin and cramp this man, hang him on the wall and beat him with an oil whip.
Drowsily, I felt someone carrying me a long way on their back.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a shabby house, covered with a military coat.
An old man who was over sixty years old asked me if I wanted to take revenge.
I said yes.
He said that as long as I follow him and learn from him, I can take revenge.
I knelt on the ground, banging my head. As long as I could get revenge, I would do anything.
I followed the old man, and I have been away for thirteen years.
He took me to a small village at the foot of Mount Tai. He said, "Until the great revenge is avenged, your surname is not Jiang. Instead, you will take my surname of Li and call me Li Shang. Do you understand?"
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
He was given a surname, but I was not allowed to call him master. I could just call him Lao Li; even if Yicheng came down from the mountain, he was not allowed to say that he was my master.
After that, he handed me two yellow books called "Shang Xia Ce" and asked me to come back and ask him if there was anything I didn't understand or a word I didn't recognize.
The two books are not thick, but they cover a lot of topics. The best strategies include martial arts, breathing and Qi methods, while the inferior strategies include medical skills, divination, Feng Shui and a series of strange things...
During the day, I walked with him in the streets and alleys. At night, he taught me how to read and write, and taught me his skills. He told me about his deeds and experiences in the martial arts world over the years.
After I had learned a lot about "Shang Xia Ce", Lao Li took me to travel to various provinces across the country and taught me some tricks of the trade.
Hear the wind and argue things, listen to the mountains and know the way, hide a needle under the tongue, pick chestnuts from the fire...
Probably because I cried too much when I was a child, my eyesight has always been a shortcoming and I cannot meet Lao Li's standards.
I didn't understand it at first, until Lao Li told me that traveling in the world is a job with your head tied to your waistband, so I have to be able to do what others can't and know what others don't know.
I don't understand what Jianghu is.
Until I saw someone who became rich overnight and died on the street because of people's worries. Blood relatives fought over petty profits, and their families were destroyed...
Lao Li said that people are the world.
The world is not about drinking, eating, and being righteous.
It's the light of swords and shadows, it's the unpredictability of people's hearts, it's a quagmire.
On my twenty-fifth birthday.
Lao Li, who was pouring his own drink, suddenly asked me if I still remembered my second uncle.
I gritted my teeth and said, of course I remember.
Lao Li said: "Your ability is no longer inferior to mine. You should go out and make a career for yourself, but remember not to be carried away by your emotions. If you want to take revenge, the key point is the one your grandfather is said to have brought out from the tomb." Something.”
I quickly asked what it was.
Lao Li said he didn't know, because my grandfather didn't bring that thing out of the tomb, but someone deliberately gave it to my grandfather to kill our family.
I was digesting his words.
Lao Li suddenly asked me: "What is your name?"
I was startled, and then said: "Li Shang."
He nodded with satisfaction and continued mumbling.
Drowsily, I fell asleep.
At dawn, Lao Li was no longer around, only a notebook and a snakeskin bag containing money.
I counted, one hundred thousand yuan.
With this money, I returned to my hometown of Shunde and opened a medicine shop in a ghost street. I had no money to make a plaque, so I temporarily wrote the word "天下" with a brush.
In ancient times, medicine shops were also called medicine shops. They were one of the resting places for Jianghu people, much like the teahouses along the official road in ancient times.
As soon as the store was packed up, people came to the store.
I raised my eyebrows and saw that it was a girl about my age.
I also recognize her. She was wandering around the ghost street two days ago when the shop was being renovated, and she kept an eye on me intentionally or unintentionally.
I originally wanted to do the surgery on her after the pharmacy was ready, but I didn’t expect that she would come to my door by herself.
And when you walk in, call the shopkeeper.
He is an expert!
In ancient times, the doctor in a medicine store was called the shopkeeper, and the subordinates were called assistants. Moreover, instead of calling her a medicine store, she named the medicine store, which shows that she is also a wanderer.
I stood up and said I was it.
She added: "You are the shopkeeper? How much weight can your hands weigh at such a young age?"
I said: "Although a small weight weighs a thousand pounds, it is impossible to bring someone back to life, but it is not difficult to snatch a person from the King of Hell."
This is jargon.
When a patient asks how much he weighs, the doctor will answer how many years he has been practicing!
And when I said that a small weight weighs a thousand pounds, I was telling her that although I am young, my medical skills are worth a thousand pounds.
As for the following sentence about grabbing people in front of the King of Hell, it means that medical skills have reached the pinnacle.
Although this is a bit too much, Lao Li once said: Seven points of success in the world depends on ability, and three points depends on coaxing.
She smiled slightly contemptuously, took out a wad of bills and put them on the table. She told me that this was a deposit, but she needed me to go with her.
I pushed the money back and said that the world has its own rules.
The rule I'm talking about is to ask her to tell her origins and tell her why she seeks medical treatment! To put it bluntly, it is to find out whether the patient is true or false. After all, it is not uncommon for medical clinics in the world to tear down each other's brands. The purpose of asking this question is to test whether the other party is here to destroy the brand, or whether he is seriously ill.
In the world of martial arts, fame is more valuable than life.
