"List of small hills!"
Sleepless nights, flying up and stabbing again.
The last sword in "Wang Yue" is the swan song of Du Fu's great ambitions when he was young, which is very different from the decadent style in his later years.
The young Du Fu was enjoying the prosperous times. At that time, the mountains and rivers were peaceful and peaceful, and the world was safe. The king is a saint, the ministers are wise, the folk customs are simple, and all the people in the world are sincerely convinced. The governance of the three ancient dynasties was nothing more than this. This is the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty. If you read all the history books, this page is unique.
A different kind of prosperous age brings a different kind of wonderful writing; a magnificent national style, full of self-cultivation.
Du Fu was like Confucius, who climbed to the east mountain and became a small Lu, and climbed to the Taishan Mountain and became a small world. On the top of Mount Tai, he lifts a three-foot long sword and dances with a seven-foot body, hence this poem and this move.
The sword moves are like waves surging forward, green light is radiating in all directions; the sword energy is like the energy of a mountain, gazing at the peaks and pressing down on the hills; although the dragon-scaled iron sheath sword is called a dragon, it is like letting a tiger return to the mountain with this move, full of ferocity, causing People are timid.
There is a saying that once the claws and fangs are sharpened, eight hundred mountain beasts will be frightened.
Before the hundred households could touch his sword, they had already been injured seven or eight points by the sword energy. Their internal strength was lifted, but they were also tightly suppressed. The waist knife lacked the protection of internal force, and there was only a clanging sound, and it was actually cut into pieces by the stabbing sword.
Ye Wumian's eyes were calm, and he drove forward with his inner strength, pressing up against the sword, displaying his remaining power and not wasting any of it.
Not a single scream was heard. The corpses of the hundreds of families fell to the ground with a muffled sound. Their heads rolled ten feet away, and their necks were rolled up into twists.
The blood spurted out and splattered on the ground.
When he turned around, he saw three corpses and six broken bodies lying scattered on the ground. His sword came out like a snake, and he added another blow to the man who was cut in half.
In this way, another piece was added to the remaining body, making a total of seven pieces.
Ye Wumian was completely relieved at this moment, sheathed his sword, raised his inner strength, walked quickly and rushed out of the city.
. . .
After killing three people in a row, Ye Wumian felt no fluctuation in his heart. Just keep pace and be on your way steadily.
It didn't take more than a cup of tea to reach the city wall.
The city gate has been closed for a long time, so it is naturally impossible to leave the city normally. From this point of view, I have no choice but to be a flying thief for once.
Looking up, I visually estimated that the city gate was about two feet high.
At this height, he could barely climb over it when his internal strength was flowing smoothly, but now, he could not stop him.
He waited until the patrolling soldiers under the wall had gone away, then he mustered up a lonely breath, and his body floated lightly. When he exhaled, he had successfully reached the city wall.
By the light of the torches on the top of the crenels, one can measure the width of the moat under the city with the naked eye, and one can even jump over it with a rough calculation.
Without any further hesitation, he used his toes to lean on the wall and swept down from the wall diagonally.
This glide was twenty to thirty feet away, and the moat was only beneath him, covered by him.
After landing, I ran quickly and ran for seventeen or eighty feet before I lost the momentum of inertia and stood firm. My feet were a little sore.
He raised his feet, rubbed them gently, and secretly cried out: "I wonder when I can learn some excellent Qing Gong moves?"
He has high internal strength and excellent swordsmanship, but is the weakest in light skill.
So far, the light kung fu he has learned is just a few ordinary methods of "fighting to fly" and "grabbing the elm and stopping" in "Xiaoyaoyou".
When using the internal force to perform Qing Gong, there is always a feeling that although the gourd is big, the mouth of the gourd is very small, so the water cannot be released smoothly.
The soreness of the toes is caused by this: the internal force is mobilized too much, but the Qinggong cannot consume so much, resulting in accumulated pressure accumulation and a feeling of soreness.
After walking for a while, we were fifteen or six miles outside the city. We were surrounded by deserted villages and shops, without a single light.
It's approaching early morning, and the world is at its darkest at this moment. The moon is nowhere to be seen in the sky, and the stars have dimmed their light, leaving only a tiny sliver of light.
Not to mention that you can't see your fingers on the ground, even if you open your eyes or close them, there is no difference at all.
Sleepless night had no choice but to fumble around and find a loose place, presumably a haystack built by farmers just after the autumn harvest.
He thought to himself, "It's a good place to rest here. Let's wait until dawn before we start our journey. I've been busy all night and haven't had a good rest. Although I'm called sleepless at night, I can't take it seriously."
He put the bundle on his head and used it as a pillow.
Holding two swords in his arms, he leaned against the haystack and relaxed his posture. He didn't care about anything and just went to sleep.
After a while, the snoring gradually started, and he went to meet with Duke Zhou.
It was also that he had not rested for seven days before he had enlightened. He also traveled all night, killed people, and was so busy that he felt sleepy and exhausted. This sleep made him sleep for a long time.
He didn't sleep until the sun was glaring and whispers could be heard in his ears, and then his body shook violently and he woke up.
I saw the scorching sun hanging high in the southeastern sky. Looking at this height, I'm afraid it's already halfway through.
Although it is not very hot in autumn and winter, the sun can make people's skin dry and uncomfortable.
Ye Wumian swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said secretly: "I was so greedy for sleep that I slept until this hour!"
A carp quickly stood up.
But he saw a dozen farmers surrounding him, all of whom were wearing tattered and patched clothes. Their clothes and faces were all stained with mud and water, with bits of broken grass and leaves, and they had different expressions and postures:
Some farmers were holding sickles and handfuls of rice ears. They must have been harvesting crops, but for some unknown reason, they came to watch him.
Some farmers were holding a hookah in their hands. While looking at him, they puffed and puffed out a few circles of smoke. The pot made a "dong-dong-dong" sound, as if it was boiling.
This is the busy farming season, and these farmers don't go to work, but they all come to watch him. He looked at it with such relish, as if there were words on his face.
Ye Wumian felt confused and thought to himself: "Why are you here to watch me? What's so good about me?"
He picked up the package and the sword, and was about to leave when a short, fat farmer called out: "Tall man, your fairy guest is going to run away, why don't you hurry up and stop her?"
The crowd burst into laughter, but a tall young farmer with a green and silly smile on his face was pushed out by the crowd and brought to Ye Wumian.
This tall, honest-looking man was at a loss, scratching his head and back, not knowing where to put it.
She has a strong body and looks very strong. She should be a good laborer.
When the tall man saw Ye Wumian, and saw his delicate face and gorgeous clothes, he first felt ashamed of himself, lowered his head, and lost his dignity.
He hesitated and said: "Fairy, fairy, this is a fairy, I am not worthy of such a guest."
Seeing that the tall man was hesitant, the farmers shouted in a few words: "Tall man, you are so scared!"
"Don't worry about her being a fairy or not. If she grows on your haystack, she will be a guest in your house."
Don’t you want the guest that God gave you? Don't let it go by chance. "
"Tall man, I like it! I got up early in the morning to pick up manure, and saw a fairy girl wearing silk and satin emerging from your haystack. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was seeing it, so I rubbed it again I rubbed my eyes, rubbed, rubbed, until they were bruised, I read that right, so I called all the villagers over.”
The last paragraph is related to the Henan accent in the Henan and Luo areas. They must be from the same hometown of Sleepless Night, and maybe they also came from Hunan to escape famine.
