Chapter 4 Youlan Valley

The Qinling Mountains are 1,600 kilometers long and 20 to 300 miles wide from north to south. The area is vast and magnificent. From Longyou Baishi Mountain in the east, it decomposes from the falling mountain and the Kunlun Mountains. To the east, it passes through the Maiji Mountain, which is difficult to enter Qin. At the junction of Qin and Yu, it is divided into three branches. The northern branch is Lao Mountain, and the remaining vein extends along the south bank of the Yellow River, commonly known as Pi Mountain; the middle branch is Xiong'er Mountain; the southern branch is Funiu Mountain, like a sleeping dragon, across the Central Plains.

Maiji Mountain stretches for several miles, with undulating peaks and ravines, and the mountains are green. It has been famous for its unique "xiong, strange, dangerous and beautiful" since ancient times. Deep in this desolate mountain range. The waterfalls and rocks are beautiful, and the peaks on both sides of the strait are surrounded. A stream flows quietly, and occasionally birds and beasts drink water by the stream. Going up the stream, there are several bamboo houses in the orchid valley. Although it is simple, it is also in line with this scenery, which is quite simple.

In the morning, the rain stopped. The water beads on the tree are crystal clear, sliding quietly from the edge of the leaves, the cool breeze, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and finally bringing ripples into the stream. Bugu, Bugu..." A few birds recalled in the empty valley.

A bamboo door was gently pushed open to break the tranquility. Then a 17- or 18-year-old boy came out of the bamboo house. The skin color is brown and red, the facial features are clear, and the eyes are deep, so that people can't see what they are thinking. There is a kind of perseverance on his beautiful face that ordinary people don't have. Lightly closed the door and turned to an open space not far away. Thirty-six one-high plum blossom piles stood in the open ground, each with a thick bowl mouth and a gossip-like distribution. Next to it, there is a row of weapons, knives, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks.

Xue Ling jumped on the plum pile and took out a black cloth from his waist to blindfold his eyes. Meditation, luck, and the keys of "free decision" flashed in my mind one by one. The direction of this pile has long been remembered in my mind. When my feet move, I can still see it at the beginning. The speed is getting faster and faster, and the wind is blowing under his feet, and his body is as light as a feather. The body comes and goes freely on the wooden pile, as if it were a dragon.

In the bamboo house in the distance, an old man looked at the figure of the teenager and nodded with approval. After about half an hour, the morning sun rose and shone into the valley. A bald teenager came out of the bamboo house again. Although he looked slightly smaller than Xue Ling, his figure was better than that of a big man. Dressed in coarse cloth, he looks a little dull. He yawned for a long time, rubbed his eyes, and looked sleepy. Seeing Xue Ling on the plum blossom pile, he grabbed the back of his head and said to himself, "Brother got up so early."

When Liu Hao was ten years old, he could lift a hundred catties of boulders. When the master saw that he was talented and simple, he spent a lot of elixirs to soak his body. The practice of skills is also based on defense. As the saying goes, "breaking ten skills with one force" did not fall behind in the test with his brother Xue Ling. Liu Hao walked to the field, holding hundreds of catties of copper hammers in his hands and dancing in the field.

Xue Ling also stopped practicing light kung fu and took out a three-foot sword from the weapon shelf beside him. Unlike ordinary people, Xue Ling practiced the left-handed sword. Many people in the world hold swords on their right. Although the left-hand sword moves are more strange, it is also difficult to practice. It is not only necessary to have a high understanding, but also to have a reasonable method. The sword is a double-edged short soldier and has the reputation of "the king of a hundred blades".

Xue Ling first saw his left hand, his right index finger was close together, and the other three fingers were bent on the ring finger to become a sword finger. The body is light and unrestrained. Quiet as a rabbit, moving like a wandering dragon. Hit, cut, flirt, lift, point. The moves are varied, walking like clouds, and the body is like a snake. The momentum is coherent, the shape and spirit are united, and it is quite a master.

The sun shines brightly at noon, and the hot sun burns the earth. Xue Ling and Liu Hao's faces were sweating like rain.

"Brother... I'm taking a break... The master asked you to come over." A young boy ran over breathlessly. The little face looks red and cute because it runs too fast.

"Oh, come on." Liu Hao answered, threw the golden copper hammer in his hand, made a muffled sound, and smashed two shallow pits on the ground. Xue Ling also closed his sword and untied the sandbag tied to his feet. "Puff... Pounce" made another muffled sound.

"Brother, guess what the master asked us to go? It seems that we haven't been instructed for a long time." Xue Ling's face was full of smiles and a little unruly.

Liu Hao said a sentence for a long time: "I...how do I know? Brother is so smart that I can't figure it out.

Xue Ling said, "Isn't it that the master has thought of some new ways to practice? He has suffered a lot over the years."

Liu Hao's heart was cold: "It should be...no."

"Go quickly, don't let the master worry." The boy urged.

"Haha..." Xue Ling smiled and said, "Look at your hurry. Just go quickly." Through a winding path, there is a large bamboo forest, in which houses are located.

"Master." The two shouted at the same time. The immortal and Taoist bones of the old man in front of him are already over the year. The face is obviously wrinkled and has a white beard. The eyes are restrained, as if they have read all the vicissitudes of the world and can see through the thoughts of people's hearts at a glance.

"Ye, come in as a teacher." The two followed respectfully.

Although the house is not big, it is indeed clean and tidy. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all complete, and there is a unique fragrance of pillars in the room.

"Ringer and Haoer, how long have you been learning martial arts as a teacher?" The old man turned his back to the two and looked out of the window at the green road.

"Fifteen years." The two replied.

"The days are not far away. Do you know what "wu" is so far? What is the purpose of practicing martial arts?"

The two were slightly stunned, but they really didn't think about this problem and pondered for a moment. Liu Hao said, "Wu" is a profound kung fu, which can strengthen the body and help the weak."

The old man looked at the loyal and honest apprentice and nodded slightly, as if he was not surprised at all. Turning around and looking at Xue Ling, "How do you understand?"

Xue Ling smiled calmly and looked solemn: "Wu" to stop the fight. I want to fight and kill. People who practice martial arts should be chivalrous and righteous, punish evil and promote good. The small one will cultivate self-cultivation, and the big one will govern the country and the world.

The old man nodded with satisfaction and didn't expect that Xue Ling, who was usually unruly, could say this. Then he asked, "What is good and what is evil?"

"It is evil to bully the people, fish and meat, burn, kill and loot. The strong and the weak. If you are willing to be kind, all the people will be good to those who are water and fire. Liu Hao stared and said to himself, "It turns out that my brother knows so much."

The old man frowned slightly and flashed away randomly: "Good and evil are only in people's hearts, not as simple as you think. Seeing may not be true, and hearing may not be true. Jianghu people are sinister, and it is enough to have a clear conscience.

"Be sure to teach the master!"

"Well," the old man took you and said, "If your enemy stands in front of you, how can you win?"

Liu Hao said without thinking: "Take defense as the attack, and fight back when the enemy's true spirit is exhausted."

Xue Ling said, "It depends on the level of the opponent. If it is lower than your own level, you can completely win by thunder. At the same level, it is naturally better to do it first. If you know that you are invincible, you will naturally run as fast as you can.

The old man said, "Because the skills you practice are different, the focus is also different. The essence of remembering martial arts with one eye lies in a word "change". The move is dead, and the person who makes the move is alive. How can living people let those rules be bound to death? No matter how subtle the tricks are, they are also created by people. Since someone can create it, naturally someone can crack it. You should learn and use it vividly. If you are not rigid, you will always practice thousands of tricks, and it is also in vain if you can't be hungry and integrate. When you meet a real master, you can't help but tie your hands and feet. After all, you will lose the opportunity.

The old man paused, waited for them to digest the meaning of the words, and said, "The real superior kung fu is to control people without being controlled!" As a teacher, I don't want you to learn martial arts from all schools, but I hope that one day you can integrate them. Of course, it is not easy to create your own kung fu. He is a superior in the middle of hardships.

Liu Hao seemed to suddenly realize and suddenly said, "So that's it. I thought the master wanted us to save our lives."

Xue Ling was speechless for a while. This brother said he was stupid. When he fought with him, he was as flexible as a different person. Say that she is not stupid. One sentence can make you angry. However, you can't argue with him yet. Who makes himself his brother? The old man also shook his head helplessly. He was also two apprentices. Why is the difference so big?

The old man picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip and said, "Have you ever thought of going to the world outside Youlan Valley?"

"Master, are you going to drive us away? Is there anything wrong with the apprentice? Shouldn't we do it right away?" Liu Hao said hurriedly, and his eyes were red. Xue Ling also looked at the old man with the same doubt. Usually, the master would not ask this. It turned out that this was the master's business to find himself.

The old man smiled bitterly, and his serious face showed a trace of kindness: "After all, the eagle will fly high. Under the protection of the master, you will never grow up. Jianghu is a place of experience. That's all I can teach you as a teacher. How to go in the future depends on your creation.

"Master..."

The old man waved his hand and disrupted the two people's words and said, "Don't say any more, I have made up my mind to be a teacher. A month later, how much more you can learn depends on your creation. This is the key to the library. Try to read more and have some understanding of the rules of the world. After saying that, it seemed to be a little old in an instant.

Xue Ling silently took the key, and his eyes were slightly red: "Yes, master." Pull Liu Hao out of the bamboo house.