Peerless Pirates

Early the next morning, Song Zheng got up early as usual. Since he was in good physical condition and seemed to have grown taller, Song Zheng tied on the lightest sand leggings and started running towards the west mountain. There were more legs on each leg.

The weight of more than a kilogram was really different. Song Zheng had a very hard time running. However, he still gritted his teeth and persevered. He climbed up the west mountainside and practiced Tai Chi and Xiaoyi Zhiquan on the big rocks.

On the way back, Song Zheng met Old Man Zheng again, the leader of the two monsters in Songjiazhuang. He was still mumbling words and staggering towards the West Mountain. When Old Man Zheng passed by, Song Zheng vaguely heard the sentence "Sunrise in the West Mountain"

"Snake shadow shines", I couldn't help but secretly laugh. This sentence is worse than "Three dogs go in and there is no water to fuck". It doesn't make sense at all. People all say "the sun sets over the west mountain", how can there be any reason for the sun to rise over the west mountain. Song Zheng also ignored it.

, ran home slowly.

In the morning, Mr. Song had already ordered the long-term workers to dig out the iron rods and grind off the iron embroidery on them. The iron rods were there, but Mr. Song didn't think of any of them. Mr. Song was thinking about it yesterday.

One night, I used the broom at the end of the kang to figure out for a long time before I could remember six or seven moves. I couldn't think of all the twenty-four ways of the Vajra Stick. Mr. Song, Xiao Yi, kept punching straight, but this stick technique was completely wasted for four years.

Ten years. It’s not that the old man has a bad memory. It’s not easy for anyone to pick up things from forty years ago. The Confucian robber in the previous life was a standard college student. You can ask him to do even junior high school math problems.

, I guess I have forgotten what a string cut angle is and what a median line is. Therefore, the old man was extremely upset last night and ignored Wu’s grunting pleas for pleasure.

Since he didn't remember a few moves, Mr. Song didn't dare to show off the iron rod, for fear of damaging his image of being a wise and powerful man. When eating breakfast, Song Zheng saw that the old man was in low spirits, and thought that he had lost his face yesterday, so he also

He didn't dare to say much, but served the old man the rice diligently. Mr. Song became even more depressed when he saw that his grandson was so sensible, but he couldn't even teach him the stick technique that he was famous for back then. After eating, the old man got into the house and continued to hold the stick.

Broom and stick skills.

Song Zheng said hello to his family, then went out and headed straight to the West Mountain. Because he didn't know what the road conditions were like, Song Zheng didn't bring sand leggings and walked on the mountain road easily. Due to walking all year round, the mountain road

It is quite flat, and steps have been cut into the dangerous places, so it is not strenuous to climb up. Song Zheng admired the scenery while slowly climbing up, feeling like he was traveling.

When he was about to reach the top of the ridge, Song Zheng saw the ragged old man Zheng again. He was sitting in the middle of the mountain road, his head lowered, his gray hair blown up by the mountain wind, flying in the air messily. His robe was torn.

There are several holes, revealing dark, thin and dry skin.

Old Man Zheng climbed the mountain early in the morning and has not yet reached the top of the ridge. Seeing Old Man Zheng's appearance, Song Zheng couldn't help but feel sympathy. He walked forward and called softly: "Grandpa Zheng, Grandpa Zheng

." Song Zheng shouted several times, and Old Man Zheng raised his head as if he was awakened, looking at Song Zheng with turbid eyes, with a confused look on his face.

Song Zheng said: "Grandpa Zheng, the wind is strong on the mountain. Let me help you go back." After saying that, he went to help Old Man Zheng. Old Man Zheng twisted his shoulders and avoided Song Zheng, then slowly raised his hand and turned around to point.

The mountain road above said in a vague voice: "Mountain...Maling Lake."

Song Zheng saw that Old Man Zheng's skinny palms had been worn out, but he still pointed to the west very firmly. Song Zheng couldn't help but sighed and said softly: "Grandpa Zheng, do you want to go to the mountains and go to Maling Lake?"

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Old Man Zheng nodded. Although Song Zheng didn't know why Old Man Zheng wanted to go to Maling Lake, he understood that it was a wish of the old man. Well, I will be a good person for once. So, Song Zheng said: "Grandpa Zheng, I

Help you." After saying that, he lifted up Old Man Zheng vigorously, turned around slowly, and climbed up. Thanks to Song Zheng's good physical fitness, otherwise, even though Old Man Zheng only weighed seven or eighty pounds, Song Zheng still wouldn't be able to carry him.

stand up.

Old Man Zheng didn't say any words of gratitude. He just lowered his head and climbed up vigorously. He also muttered a few lines of poetry that didn't make any sense. This time Song Zheng heard it clearly: "The light of the lake on August 12th."

Okay, when the sun rises and the shadow of the snake shines on the western mountain, the Yang Shen arrow pierces the tortoise shell, and the three dogs go in and there is no water to fuck."

Song Zheng ignored these random lines of poetry. He was just thinking about another thing: in later generations, helping an old woman cross the road would be a compulsory topic for primary school students, and it was also an important sign of the progress of promising young people.

The great Zhou Xingxing once said, "It is our responsibility as citizens to eliminate violence and keep the peace, and it is also my own interest to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, so I help the old lady cross the road once a week, and three or four more times on Sundays and public holidays.

." Unfortunately, no one saw him helping Old Man Zheng walk on the mountain road this time, and no one wrote a letter of praise to the Song family.

The old man and the young man climbed hard, almost staggering every step, and it took a lot of effort to get to the top of the ridge. The thin young master Song and old man Zheng sat on the mountain road together, panting.

However, Song Zheng did not have time to lament, because he finally saw the clear and beautiful Maling Lake. It lay quietly in the embrace of the mountains and forests, like a baby in its mother's arms.

At this time, the sun has risen, casting the shadow of the huge Xishan Mountains on the lake, like a giant dragon hovering on the side of the lake, making the lake appear brighter. The clear lake water reflects the sky, and a few white clouds seem to have sunk to the bottom of the lake.

The sky is even more blue. A few playful birds fly over the lake from time to time, cutting through the mirror-like surface of the lake and causing ripples. On the other side of the lake, there are also low hills. And in the far distance, a majestic

A tall mountain stood there, its peak hidden in the clouds and mist. Song Zheng knew that it was Wuduo Mountain.

Song Zheng couldn't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, and he didn't even hear Old Man Zheng's vague babbling.

While Song Zheng was enjoying the beautiful scenery, four people came from the south on horseback, marching slowly along the flat lake shore. Song Zheng looked from a distance, and in front of him there seemed to be a young man in white and an old man in black.

There were also two servant-looking people following behind. The four people walked, looking at the lake and the western mountains, and slowly walked north along the lake.

After admiring the beautiful scenery for a while, Song Zheng looked at the mountain road leading to Maling Lake and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It's easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. Although the mountain road is not steep, with Song Zheng's small body, if he supports Old Man Zheng, he will probably go all the way.

Get down. Even if he can get down, Song Zheng is not sure that he can help Old Man Zheng climb back up. But now, he can only rest for a while, and when he regains his strength, he and Old Man Zheng can slowly go down the mountain from the east side back to the village.

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After a while, Song Zheng felt almost recovered, so he said to Old Man Zheng: "Grandpa Zheng, let's go back, I will help you." Unexpectedly, Old Man Zheng seemed not to hear, pushed Song Zheng's hand away, and insisted

He sat there on the ground, staring blankly at Maling Lake at the foot of the mountain. Song Zheng couldn't bear to leave Old Man Zheng here alone, so he could only sit on the ground and continue to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

After about half an hour, the four people came back and stopped by the lake in front of them on the right. Several people got off their horses. The young man in white pointed at the highest west mountain and said something to the old man in black. Black

The old man in clothes nodded and gave some instructions to the two servants. The two men then took off their clothes and jumped into the lake naked.

Song Zheng felt a little strange. The weather had begun to get colder. Moreover, it was just past midnight and the lake was not getting warm. Why did the two of them go down to take a bath?

When Song Zheng was confused, the two men swam into the lake two feet away. They swam about forty or fifty meters and plunged into the shadow of the lake at the top of the west mountain.

At this time, Old Man Zheng beside Song Zheng suddenly made a sound. Song Zheng saw that Old Man Zheng was struggling to get up and was about to rush down the mountain, but was knocked down by the rugged rocks and fell down on the mountain road.

Fainted.

Song Zheng hurriedly stepped forward, turned Mr. Zheng over, and while calling Grandpa Zheng, put his fingers under Mr. Zheng's nose. Feeling that Mr. Zheng was breathing, Song Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly dragged Mr. Zheng up.

, and asked him to lean against a large stone on the side of the road.

The young man in white and the old man in black at the foot of the mountain were quite far away from here. In addition, the two of them were staring nervously at the lake, so they did not notice the situation on Song Zheng's side.

After a while, the two men came up from the lake and said something to the young man in white. Soon, the four of them rode away.

What are these people doing? Is there something in the water? Song Zheng is very puzzled.

After a while, Old Zheng woke up. Song Zheng noticed that although Old Zheng's eyes were cloudy, there was a glimmer of light. Song Zheng shouted softly: "Grandpa Zheng, are you okay?"

Old Man Zheng looked down the mountain, turned around and asked, "Who are you?" Not only his face was gloomy, but his voice was also somewhat majestic.

Song Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "Grandpa Zheng, are you okay?" After saying that, Song Zheng made two circles on the top of his head with his finger.

Old Man Zheng still asked expressionlessly: "Who are you?"

Song Zheng said: "Grandpa Zheng, my name is Song Zheng, and my grandfather's name is Song Shi."

"Song Shi?" Old Man Zheng paused, thought carefully for a moment, and said, "So it's that little guy." Song Zheng sweated after hearing this, and his grandfather turned out to be a little guy when he arrived at Old Man Zheng's place.

At this time, Old Man Zheng seemed to be completely awake and said: "I remembered, I just went up the mountain and couldn't climb anymore. It was you who helped me up."

Song Zheng nodded and said: "Grandpa Zheng, you should stop climbing mountains at your age. It's too dangerous."

Old Man Zheng's face softened a little, nodded, and then asked: "Why did you go up the mountain? Where were those people at the bottom of the mountain just now?"

Song Zheng said: "I went out to play by myself and wanted to take a look at Maling Lake. I happened to bump into you. Those people just rode horses and went south." Then Song Zheng told the scene again what he had just seen.