Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Huadingping, Heifeng Village.

The night wind howled outside the house, and inside the house a light was like a bean.

Yang Ge was lying on the bed, wrapped in a bear skin and sleeping amidst the whistling of the mountain wind. The time was as gentle as water, quiet and peaceful.

In the haziness, Yang Ge seemed to see the earth-walled courtyard of his hometown again. An old man wearing a gray button-up dress was sitting on the threshold, puffing on dry smoke and waving at him: Er baby...

He floated in front of the old man like a gust of wind, held the old man's thin and rough hand, and said blankly: You are at home.

The old man was smoking a dry cigarette, and the smoke enveloped his thin face. Only a pair of sad eyes looked at him in the smoke, seeming to be worried and caring. After a long time, he raised a hand and gently rubbed his forehead to comfort him. He laughed softly and said: We are more generous and don't care about them, ah...

Yang Ge's stiff mind couldn't understand what the old man was talking about. Just when he was about to ask again, he felt that his eyes were blurred and the old man disappeared.

He stood up anxiously and looked around for the old man, only to see that his house with mud walls, which had just been intact, suddenly collapsed. Countless big black rats were scurrying around in the wreckage, gnawing in groups on the beams, doors and windows. …

He was stunned for a long time, suddenly came to his senses, sat up in shock, and looked around eagerly.

The lights were still on, and he was alone in the room.

The eagerness in his eyes quickly faded, and he stared blankly to the northwest. His eyes seemed to have penetrated thousands of miles of mountains, rivers, clouds and moons, and he saw the lonely grave behind the small courtyard on Chaimen Street in Luting County.

Maybe I think about it day by day and dream about it at night.

Or maybe it was the old man with weak legs who was really there to guard him...

Huh...huh...huh...

He suddenly clutched the bearskin quilt, and his breathing suddenly became rapid and heavy. He tried his best to soothe the turbulent emotions in his heart, but his vision still quickly became blurry...

He pressed hard at the corners of his trembling lips and spread out a hand to cover his eyes, but the hot liquid still overflowed from between his fingers.

The whining night wind seemed to blow into the house.

Keng.

A bright sword light illuminated the furnishings in the room in an instant, and the Lengyue sword hanging on the wall screamed and fell in front of the bed, the blade trembling violently.

The next second, countless hoarse knives sounded, and long knives were fired from all corners of the village, landing outside Yang Ge's room and trembling.

For a long time...

At dawn, Yang Ge pushed out the door with the Lengyue sword on his back and a bamboo hat in one hand.

Hundreds of bandits from Heifeng Village had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When they saw him, they all clasped their fists and said, Second Master!

Yang Ge put the bamboo hat on his head with an expressionless expression: You deserve to die for your sins? You should weigh it yourself. Those who should go to the government to surrender themselves to atone for their sins should surrender to the government to atone for their sins. Those who should withdraw from the world and start a family should go and start a family. If you teach me to hear There is still half a rumor that you are robbing families and homes, no matter how big Jiangsu and Zhejiang are, there will never be a place for you and others!

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and struck at the dozens of long knives stuck in front of the door. Dozens of long knives immediately floated into the air.

He suddenly clenched his fist and twisted it. Dozens of long knives shattered in the air and clattered to the ground.

After crushing dozens of long knives with one punch, he jumped more than ten feet high and floated away by stepping on the wall.

Hundreds of bandits from Heifeng Village were shocked when they saw this, and hurriedly shouted: Second Master, where are you going?

Second Master, take us with you!

Second Master, don't leave us behind...

They were so anxious that they wanted to grow a pair of wings and follow Yang Ge, but they could only watch Yang Ge rising and falling in the mountains and forests and heading northwest.

Big boss, the second master is gone, what should we do?

You fucking ask me, I'm asking who is going?

The second master is going to the northwest. There must be big business in the northwest...

Keep your fucking mouth clean. It's all big business and small business. Let's be good and stop being bandits!

Yes, yes, what I mean is that there was such a big movement in the second master's room last night. Something big must have happened. Let's catch up and find a place to inquire. Don't we know where the second master has gone?

Good idea, brothers, let's go!

…

The bright but not scorching sunshine during the awn season fills the simple courtyard deep in the main rudder of the chain dock.

Li Changjiang, who was dressed in black coarse cloth and had a peaceful and calm breath, sat on a rocking chair with a teapot in his arms, sniffing the sweet breeze and taking a nap with his eyes closed.

father.

Li Jincheng, who was dressed in a jade-like white robe and a silver crown inlaid with seven stars, walked into the small courtyard softly and called in a low voice.

Li Changjiang opened his eyes and glanced at him, smiled and pointed at the small bamboo chair beside him: Aren't you in retreat?

Li Jincheng pulled a small bamboo chair and sat in front of his old father's knees, rubbed his legs for him and said softly: I can't calm down, so I came to talk to you.

Li Changjiang chuckled and said: The imperial envoy went south to arrest Yang Erlang?

Li Jincheng was not surprised. He nodded with a smile and said, I knew I couldn't hide it from you...

Li Changjiang smiled and asked calmly: Have you thought clearly?

Li Jincheng thought for a while and replied verbosely: Yang Lao'er has a close relationship with the child, and he has repeatedly tried to protect me from trouble in Lianhuanwu. Now the imperial court is passing by our house with great fanfare to deal with him. I am in love with him. reason……

Li Changjiang interrupted his explanation and asked in a more serious tone: As a father, I am asking you, have you thought clearly?

Li Jincheng shut his mouth, and after being silent for a long time, he nodded heavily: My kid wants to go crazy with him again!

“If you want to do it, just do it!”

Li Changjiang closed his eyes again and said with a faint smile: Young people should behave like young people. Blind pursuit of perfection and stability will not lead to the general trend. This world has always belonged to those who are bold, ambitious and enterprising. Lianlianwu should be your wings, not your burden.

Li Jincheng frowned unconsciously and looked at his old father's increasingly thin body with pity: But your body...

Li Changjiang smiled and asked: Does it mean that if you stay at my father's knees every day, my father will be able to rejuvenate his youth and live forever?

Li Jincheng was silent for a moment, and then suddenly sighed: The child is incompetent, and the father is sick and has to worry about the child...

Li Changjiang patted his shoulder lightly and nodded approvingly: There is no need to belittle yourself. Your recent actions are very good, even better than what I expected as a father. While I am still able to use a gun and kill people, I want to do it. Just go ahead and do it, if the sky falls, your father will carry it for you!

Li Jincheng bit the corner of his lip, feeling very sad. After a long time, he bit his back molar heavily and said, My child is no longer three years old. You can't ask your father to help you every time you encounter snakes, insects, rats, and ants. My child has touched the essence of refining Qi. Temple Gate, we will go back to seclusion now. When the energy is refined and transformed, the child will lead others to do things by himself... The child also wants to protect his father from the wind and rain. If the sky falls, the child also wants to carry it for his father!

Li Changjiang lay back on the chair and said with a smile: Since you are determined, just do it!

Li Jincheng stood up, clasped his hands towards his old father, turned around and strode away.

Li Changjiang watched his only son disappear outside the courtyard gate, closed his cloudy eyes with comfort, and murmured to himself: My family has a son who is just growing up...

He is destined not to survive long.

Compared to Li Jincheng doing something wrong...

He was even more worried that Li Jincheng didn't dare to do anything.

Now it seems that it was right to push Li Jincheng to hang out with Yang Erlang and Yang Tiansheng!

Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black!

…

Fengyang, Yang family.

Yang Tiansheng, who was wearing a loose golden training uniform, jumped up high, yelled Contend with the Sun angrily, and then slashed towards the rockery in the center of the garden with his sword.

The three-foot-long fiery red sword energy flashed away, and the rockery as huge as a carriage exploded. The remaining energy spread through several bushes and ignited a raging fire.

After Yang Tiansheng landed, he looked at the flattened rockery, then looked at his hands, and shouted happily: It's done, I've done it!

Yang Yinghao, who happened to pass through the moon gate and entered the garden, happened to see this scene with his own eyes. After a flash of shock in his eyes, he suddenly clenched his fists: 'Guizi, my Taihu stone rockery! ’

Yang Tiansheng, who was ecstatic on the other side, had not noticed the anger of his old father. After seeing his father, he came up to him like a treasure and loudly asked for credit: Dad, I have mastered the third level of the Fire Sun Magic - Melting Gold. Now that I've pinned iron, can I survive fifty moves under you?

Hearing this filial show off, Yang Yinghao was so angry that his fists were hardened, but he had to admit... this traitor could really survive fifty moves under his hands!

How long has this traitor been refining his energy?

Even with all the calculations, it’s still less than half a year?

Breaking three passes in a row in half a year?

Is it possible that I was mistaken before, that this traitor is not a donkey dung egg with the surface shape, but a late bloomer?

He was puzzled, and for a moment he couldn't understand his eldest son, who had grown from a one-foot-long swaddling baby to a seven-foot-long man.

Dad, don't talk about me... do you promise that as long as the child reaches the level of molten gold and pinned iron, you will teach the child the secret three swords of the Eclipse Sun Sword Technique?

Yang Tiansheng led his confused old father to the garden center: It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. You can pass on the three swords to my child today. If you don't pass it on, our family's eclipse sword technique will be extinct...

Yang Yinghao finally couldn't bear the nonsense of this rebellious son, so he slapped his head and said, You bastard, are you cursing your father to die young?

Yang Tiansheng covered his forehead and replied hurriedly: That's not what I meant. Listen to my sophistry...

Yang Yinghao closed his eyes and stamped his feet with a sad face, feeling sorry for himself as to why he had given birth to such a shapeless thing!

Finally, he feebly took out a piece of cloth from his arms and handed it to Yang Tiansheng: I received the news at noon, you can read it yourself.

Yang Tiansheng took the cloth and took a look at it doubtfully, and immediately yelled angrily: This is a fucking imperial court, you don't do anything that has anything to do with people!

He cursed and turned to leave.

Yang Yinghao grabbed the eldest son with quick eyes and hands: Where are you going?

Yang Tiansheng turned his head and glanced at his old father in confusion: Where else can we go? Get all the troops and go kill the hermaphrodites with rotten butts!

Yang Yinghao angrily shouted in a low voice: You have some brains, okay? What kind of yamen is Dongchang? Just destroy it if you say it? Then it depends on the owner to beat the dog!

Yang Tiansheng's face turned red and he shouted angrily: Hit a dog? I still want to slap his old Zhao family! Even if you cook a cunning rabbit with a dead lackey, that's not the way to cook it, right? How can Yang Laoer be so sorry? The old Zhao family is going to end up like this? Don’t say that Zhao Shu doesn’t want to kill his second uncle...what? You get an advantage and still act like a good boy? Grandma!

Yang Yinghao couldn't bear it anymore, so he waved and slapped him sideways: Why are you yelling at me? My surname is Zhao?

Yang Tiansheng received a slap, and his arrogance dropped slightly, but then he said with a tiger face: Father, you have to be afraid of trouble. My son will lead a masked man to kill those yin and yang people. Isn't he the court eagle dog? He Yang Erlang can kill, little Why can't I kill him?

Yang Yinghao slapped his head straight again and shouted angrily: Yang Erlang, Yang Erlang, is Yang Erlang your father or am I your father? He is not in a hurry yet, why are you so anxious? The emperor is not in a hurry. Is the eunuch in a hurry?

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful Hedong lion's roar came from the backyard: Yang Yinghao, you old scoundrel, if you continue to talk nonsense and talk nonsense, I will blow your head off!

The two men both shrank their necks and stared at each other, neither of them daring to say a word.

It wasn't until the footsteps in the backyard faded away that the two of them stretched their necks and let out a sigh of relief.

Yang Yinghao stared at his eldest son with an unkind expression: Are you feeling comfortable now? If your mother wants to deal with me later, how do you think I will deal with you?

Yang Tiansheng was not afraid at all: If you dare to deal with me, let's see how my mother deals with you!

Yang Yinghao raised his palm with a blushing face: Reverse Tiangang...

Instead of hiding, Yang Tiansheng put his face closer: Come on, come on, hit me here, let me take a good look at how you taught your son. Let me tell you, you beat me because I'm not smart. You know How strong are your hands? Do you know how harmful your big mouth can be to a child?

Yang Yinghao lowered his hands and stamped his feet dejectedly: What a sin!

Yang Tiansheng accepted it and said, Okay, okay, I'm just quarreling with you, why are you serious... But I must go to this matter. If the court only deals with Yang Laoer, then that's it, Yang. The second child has long been prepared for the imperial court to deal with him, and I will just wait to help him go to sea, but if the imperial court wants to attack Yang Lao Er’s family, this matter will not be able to go through!

In other words, the imperial court has brought things to this point, and the child is still watching Yang Laoer go to fight against the court alone. How can the child and Yang Laoer be friends? That's not what friends do!

He stopped making trouble, and Yang Yinghao also frowned and said seriously: Is it worth it? Dad has no objection to your friendship with Yang Erlang. That little guy is indeed an extraordinary person, but for Yang Erlang, you dragged down our family and even the entire Mingjiao. Is it really worth it to go into the water?”

Yang Tiansheng also said sternly: Father, you don't agree with what I said. What do you mean by dragging our family and the Mingjiao into the water for Yang Laoer... When did our family and the Mingjiao ever get to the shore?

Yang Yinghao shook his head: You don't have to argue with your father, you know what's going on!

Yang Tiansheng thought for a while and asked: Let me put it this way, kid... Whether it is our Fengyang Yang family or the Mingjiao, when did the imperial court let us go because we were submissive and submissive?

Yang Yinghao still frowned tightly: Having said that, the swords and weapons will harm hundreds of thousands of believers...

It's just because I'm afraid of using weapons...

Yang Tiansheng interrupted the old father's hesitant words with a sonorous force: You must not be afraid of weapons, otherwise, no matter how famous my Ming Cult is and how many followers I have, I will be nothing more than a soft persimmon who is the prey of the imperial court!

Yang Yinghao had to admit that what this traitor said made sense.

But as the right envoy of the Ming Cult, he must be responsible for the entire Ming Cult. He cannot let Yang Tiansheng act as he pleases, so he can only say: This matter is serious, and I must go to the main altar to consult with the leader before making a decision.

Yang Tiansheng nodded: You go and discuss what you want. How big is the bowl of food for the child? You have to be really worried that the child will bring trouble to the family and the school. The child will go through it with one sword. The Nanshawan anti-Japanese war was started by the child and Yang Laoer. , of course the child in trouble must be shouldered together with Yang Laoer!

Yang Yinghao instinctively raised his right hand, but when he hit Yang Tiansheng's head, he took it back angrily: You bastard, listen to yourself, what are you talking about? I'm afraid that you will hurt me?

Yang Tiansheng said sternly: The child made a mistake, but the meaning is this. Yang Laoer treats the child as his brother, but the child cannot treat him as his cousin. When he gets into trouble, he wants to keep the child out of it, but the child cannot really turn a blind eye. Watching him face trouble alone, that's not what friends do... Even if the child can't be of much help, it's always okay to hand him a knife.

Yang Yinghao opened his mouth, but closed it again.

Maybe he is really getting old, and he has begun to envy these young people's pure friendship without any interests...

He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his eldest son's head. He smiled and cursed with great comfort in his heart: What nonsense are you talking about? Your father is not old enough to lift a sword or kill people. If the sky falls, father will replace you. You carry it!

father.

Yang Tiansheng also smiled and said: Although I am useless, I can still protect you from wind and rain. If the sky falls, I can carry it for you!

Yang Yinghao looked at his eldest son, feeling dazed for a while, as if he just realized that the little kid who was babbling at the beginning had grown into a man who stood upright.