I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

The afternoon sun penetrates the treetops, and the shade is speckled and sprinkled with broken gold.

“Goo~”

The boy flooded the face of the dust servant into the copper basin, first drank until he was half full, and then bowed to wash his face.

The little fart squatted aside, his round, watery big eyes without blinking, staring at the iron sword that leaned on the old locust.

“This well water is so sweet and clear!” the

boy took a towel to dry his face, then poured the wash into an empty wooden barrel, leaving the seedlings.

“Big brother. ”

Uh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Seeing

that the little fart child’s eyes were about to pop out of his eye sockets, the boy smiled slightly and picked up the iron sword.

With a bang, the long sword was unsheathed.

The boy pointed the hilt of his sword towards the little boy.

“Play, be careful not to scratch and cut yourself. ”

The little fart child happily has a mouth full of snow-white milk teeth, and he is only four years old, and his expression has the devotion that only adults have when they kowtow to the gods.

A pair of cute little hands carefully grasped the hilt of the sword.

Looking at the clear autumn water, the sword body reflecting his immature face.

The look in the eyes of the little fart child is brighter than the rising sun, and more brilliant than the sunset.

The boy smiled happily, as if he saw himself in the past.

A sword is a seed.

It was planted by boys in the heart field of small fart children.

There is a high probability that it will not take root.

There is a very small probability that it will break the ground, and it will always be long.

Until it grows into a leafy tree.

A small but great swordsman’s dream is realized by thousands of little children.

It is small because this world can only accommodate one Kendo leader.

Great because thousands of little fart children, even if they know that the number one in the world will never be themselves, they can still hold the iron sword in their hands without letting go of the slightest.

In the world of people in the world, there are hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, and there are thousands of peaks.

The only world of a swordsman is the sword in his hand.

Far from the magnificence of a hundred rivers returning to the sea, the majesty of a thousand peaks.

But a hundred rivers returning to the sea and a thousand peaks are only in the eyes.

The swordsman’s sword, but in his hand.

……

Cang’s backyard.

On the stone table were two bowls of wowotou, two bowls of fried bacon, a bowl of several hard-boiled eggs, and a large or two small bowls of cane sugar water.

The boy gobbled up.

“Xiaoyu, how many times have you been called, come over to eat, don’t force me to slap you!”

Cang Xue looked like Qu Yiqing.

The little fart child ignored it, sat on the small bench, looked down at the iron sword, and let out a series of giggles from time to time.

Immerse yourself completely in your own swordsman dream.

“Don’t

, my name is Cheng Hu, just call me Brother Hu.” ”

Brother Tiger,”

Cang Xue handed the heavy money bag to the boy, “The grace of life-saving, nothing…”

Cheng Hu said angrily: “I saved you because I wanted to save you, don’t take money to insult my sword.”

“But Brother Tiger, this bag of copper coins is my most precious thing.”

Cheng Hu said faintly: “I’m not short of money, sister, maybe you don’t know, Brother Hu also sat on a small mountain of gold back then.”

Cang Xue said curiously: “What later?” ”

Later~

” Cheng Hu grinned, “Later, I donated Jinshan and let people build a temple, which is quite magnificent.”

“Sister, you don’t want to repay the favor.”

“Then let’s make an agreement, when you grow up, and take the theater class to Yunzhou.”

“The specific address is Mengfei Temple in Jingningfu, Yunzhou.

“At that time, set up a stage for my Phineas and sing your Cangjia’s “Farewell My Concubine”.

“Hehe, in my heart, Phineas is the overlord.

Cang Xue whispered, “Yunzhou Jingning Mansion Mengfei Temple.”

“Brother Tiger, don’t worry, as soon as Mo said it, why not sing for three days and three nights.”

Cheng Huchong extended his thumb to the girl, “Sister is bold!”

As night falls, Cang Xue sleeps by the bluestone well in the backyard.

As for Cang Yu, he slept with Cheng Hu in the west wing room.

The four-year-old boy is seven years different from the eleven-year-old boy, but there are endless topics to talk about.

Following.

Cang Xue is cooking, and Cheng Hu is practicing swords in the backyard.

The little boy walked into the stove house with a small bundle of firewood.

“Sister, there is a lot of firewood piled up at the head of the village, and no one in our village recognizes it.

“Hehe, it’s all cheap for our house.”

Cang Xue didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

Trip after trip, it took several hours to hug the little fart before the little fart carried all the firewood back to Cang’s house.

“Sister, I’m going to eat two bowls of egg soup for dinner.

Looking at the sweaty little fart with a sweaty face, Cang Xue smiled softly: “Sister steamed three bowls for you.” ”

……

Since the ‘River God Incident’, the old village chief Wang Haoyang has been bedridden.

The small courtyard of the royal family, on the wooden bed of the main house.

The gray-haired and cloudy old king said in a hoarse voice, “Son.”

Wang Ye, who was squatting on the threshold with a sad face, hurriedly ran to the side of the bed and held his father’s thin palm, “Dad, I’m here.”

“Are Cang Lan and Qu Yiqing back?”

”

The second day of the River God incident.

“Son, are Cang Lan and Qu Yiqing back?”

“Are the Cang family girls and the rain baby okay?” ”

Okay, dad, that boy has been guarding the two dolls, and no villagers dare to take them by force.” ”

Day three.

“Son, have you come back?

“No, Daddy. ”

Are the two dolls of the Cang family safe?”

”

Day four.

”

Dad, the old well can’t even dig out the wet mud, and the corn seedlings in the fields of every household have died of drought.

“Dad, as you might expect, the villagers are crazy. The little girl of the Cang family and the rain baby were attacked in broad daylight.

“They’re not trying to grab water, they’re trying to kill people.”

Old Wang Tou suddenly opened his eyes wide and grabbed Wang Ye’s wrist, “Are the two dolls dead?!”

Fortunately, the two dolls ran fast and narrowly escaped back to the Cang’s house.

“The young man’s sword skills were superb, and he injured several people in a row, and the villagers scattered birds and beasts. The

old king slowly let go of his dry hand.

“Son, tonight, the villagers will definitely hold the mentality of ‘it is better to break the jade than to be complete’, and pull out all the corn seedlings in the Cangjia field.

“And tell them, don’t do that.”

Wang Ye shrunk his neck and said, “Dad, the villagers are no longer human, and the prestige of your old village chief can’t suppress the bloodthirsty beast.”

“Son, you tell them, leave the Cangjia corn seedlings, and then grab them again when the autumn harvest comes, and there is still a glimmer of life.” Now that they are pulled out, everyone will have to flee.

“Dad, you are Wangmei quenching your thirst, you are not helping the villagers, you are helping the Cangjia.”

“Go!”

fifth day.

“Oh yes.

“Dad, Cang Lan and Qu Yiqing are back.

On the wooden bed, the old man slowly closed his tired eyes.

“Okay, just come back, daddy go to sleep.” Two

lines of cloudy tears crossed the peaceful ravine.

……

The fifth day of the River God incident.

At noon, the sun hangs high in the center of the sky.

Under the shade of the old locust tree at the gate of the Cangjia courtyard, Cheng Hu took a towel and gently wiped the iron sword.

The little fart child rummaged through the two big dogs of Wangcai and Laifu for fleas.

As for Cang Xue, sitting on the small bench, supporting his chin with both hands, he asked curiously: “Brother Hu, what words are engraved at the junction of your sword hilt and sword body?”

The thought of longing, the flight of the bird, is the name of this sword. ”

The crunch suddenly drifted from afar.

Cheng Hu, Cang Xue, and Cang Yu all looked up.

What came into view were several horse-drawn carriages that were slowly coming.

“Cher, Xiaoyu, daddy is back!” The

girl and the little fart boy, the two little faces were like flowers in full bloom in an instant.

“Righteous Father

!” “Daddy!” The

little fart immediately rushed towards the village like an arrow off the string.

Cang Xue followed closely.

Halfway down, the girl turned around.

The front door of the Cangjia courtyard was empty.

Tiger cubs return to the mountains and forests early.