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Shanye people can't make delicious delicacies. The Yun family and his son are both careless, and they don't want to waste time and effort. Therefore, the simpler the meal, the better. The wild boars and rabbits hunted in the mountains peel off their skins, cut off the fresh meat and roast them, and eat them when they are mature; the seasons change seasonally, and the vegetation and vegetables grow in season. They are picked from the woodland grass and boiled with clean water.

　　 Such a meal, his father and son have eaten for ten years, whether it is bitter or fishy, ​​eating it in their mouths always smells good. The desire to speak is like a urchin. Once you catch a delicious one, it is difficult to throw it away, but if you have only tasted some refreshing taste, you can also enjoy yourself and not feel the pain. Yun Tianqing can be lonely, Yun Tianhe eats so happily, but he has never seen the world before.

　　 After the meal, the sunset disappeared and the night fell quietly. Yun Tianqing lit the oil lamp and was waiting to read at night. Suddenly he felt bored and discouraged, so he just stared at the lamp, and said nothing.

Yun Tianhe couldn't bear to play, he took the wooden sword and went to practice in front of the door. Before he finished his homework of three hundred swings a day, he cleaved the sword sternly, and Yun Tianqing secretly listened in the house. , The sound of the sword swing was less than seventy, and the sword screamed sharply, buzzing, and the sound was like a roar, and the air was like a waterfall.

　　 The sound of sword whistling was fashionable and faint at first, like a chronically ill person, the breath is unsustainable, and gradually becomes louder, roaring like anger, full of breath. The violent wind danced with the sword on all sides, blowing the paper on the window at first, croaking, and then pulling the edge of the window, shaking and trembling, before a few moments, the squally wind was in force, swaying the mountains and forests, and the birds were screaming.

　　 For a time, a hurricane raged on Qingluan Peak, and the sword gas filled the universe. Yuntianqing was sitting in the house, but he felt that he was flying in a boat in the waves. It felt like the atmosphere swallowed and the mountains and rivers were overturned. The light in front of him was rustling because of the humble house and ventilated walls. Instead of extinguishing it, it was aided by the sword intent outside the house. The light became brighter and clearer, and it was scorching hot.

　　 Yun Tianqing sighed in her heart, this sword tactic has such a courage, it is really like the sky in the sky. In the daytime, it illuminates everything, its sword aura is awe-inspiring, suddenly subtle, silent, and light with dust. When it enters the night, the divine light is elevated, the wind and clouds are stressed, and the lamp glows, shining through the mysterious yellow. This is the best sword among the six realms of sincerity. I don't know what kind of mastermind who created this sword tactic.

　　 Outside the house, the cloud and sky river danced with swords constantly, the sword intent communicated with mystery, which stimulated the yin and yang in the heaven and the earth, and the atmosphere was convective. The sky was thick with cumulus clouds, and finally it rained heavily. When the rain falls, the heat and cold coincide, and the weather turns from extreme to decay. The sword intent of Yuntianhe will guide the rain accumulated over the past few days, just like a bird calling for spring. When spring comes, all birds will sing together. The sound of spring call immediately closed, and the sword dancers would take their swords into their sheaths as soon as the tide of heaven and earth erupted. At this moment, he came back to his senses, and was soaked by the heavy rain head on. He yelled and hurried back to the house to avoid the rain.

Yun Tianqing knew his deeds well, but she said, "You kid, don't practice well during the day. At night, when it's raining, you're energized. Don't come over quickly and change your clothes. "

Yun Tianhe scratched his head, shy and happy, "Father, sword dancing is fun. I want to stay in the house, and I was bitten by insects, so I might as well go out to play. Whoever wants to play for a while, it rains. "

　　 He took off his soaked coat, Yunfu handed him a towel to dry him, and put on a new set of dry clothes. The father and son were sitting on the edge of the bed and chatting.

　　 "Boy, do you have a name for the sword technique you learned?"

　　 Yun Tianhe looked cheerful, "Yes, the man said, this is called **** swordsmanship."

　　 "Nonsense! The power of the divine sword, how can it be humiliated." Father Yun also blurted out, as he thought, such an exquisite sword intent must have a background, and it must have a very prestigious name. Watching swords is like writing. The creation of any swordsmanship inevitably requires great effort. It is like writing an essay and writing a poem. Every word is dripped with painstaking effort. Such a magical sword was created by the gods, and it must be loved as a treasure, and do everything possible to have a famous name, how can it be called **** swordsmanship!

　　Want to come, either the person who passed the sword was not the one who created the sword, and he had a deep hatred with the person who created the sword, so this kind of divine sword was awarded to children, and derogatory words were used to slander it. Or, the sword passer is really a very suave character, only epee theory, regardless of name and subsection. Otherwise, his human skills are so great that he treats mere swordsmanship like a must, and can only hate the dust of the divine sword!

　　 Yun Tianhe was annoyed when he saw Father Yun, he suddenly panicked, "Sorry, father, boy, did you say something wrong?"

"You kid," Yun Tianqing sighed and shook his head, "If you are wrong, you are wrong. If you are right, you are right. I don't know if I am wrong. Why do I still ask others? Others have their own reasons. It’s done right, in his opinion it’s wrong, and it says you’re wrong.”

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Yun Tianhe smiled sullenly, "Father, what you said makes sense."

Father Yun was amused by the stupid boy, "You. Father only understood this truth soon. Your father and I will be my deadline. After I die, I will be buried with your mother in Shichenxi Cave. I have arranged everything. There is a mechanism at the entrance of the cave. Ordinary people will never be able to trespass, so don’t bother to bother us. If you want to be filial, you will have three sticks of incense on my tablet sooner or later. When the incense left by me is burned out, you don’t need it. Burn it again. As for your mother... I haven't set a memorial tablet for her for many years. That's what she meant. Let's not go against it."

　　 Yun Tianhe was immediately sad, "Father, if you go, no one will accompany the child to play, okay if you don’t go?"

　　Father Yun laughed, "Silly boy, everyone has this day. Besides, I'm going to accompany your mother. You jump up and down by yourself, don't you also have a lot of fun?"

This is the first time Yun Tianhe is thinking about death. Both father and son avoid this topic, talking and laughing. The flame of the oil lamp on the table, inspired by the sword, the light is bright and bright, and they will not die for a long time. I talked about gossip in the night for a long time, until the lights burned out of the sword, the light stopped, and the room gradually dimmed. Father Yun stopped talking and urged the child to fall asleep earlier, and he was also ready to rest.

　　 Before going to bed, Yun Tianqing blew out the oil lamp. In the sudden darkness, Yun Tianhe quietly asked: "Father, are people going to die?"

　　 "Yes, this is not something we can decide."

　　 "Is there anyone in the world who can live without death?"

　　 "...I want to do so much, sleep early."

　　 "Oh." The child stopped speaking, and the room was silent, except for the sound of dense rain between heaven and earth, still rustling.

　　 The next morning. Clouds are raining and the weather is fine.

Yuntianhe got up early to wash and eat, and then happily went to check the trap. It rained last night and the rabbits were unwilling to come out. The trap caught two thin male rabbits. They were all dead. Yuntianhe hung the rabbits on it. From my waist, I walked through the woods and came to the shadowy cliffs of Qingluan Peak. There are some vines growing on this cliff, like a dense net. There is a cave hidden in the vine bushes. This is the residence of the sword passer, and the Yuntianhe lies. Yelled from the edge of the cliff: "Hey! I came to see you!"

A muffled voice came back from the bottom of 　　, "Come on when you come, what's your name."

　　 Yun Tianhe felt embarrassed at once, "Hey! I'm here to see you!" He shouted like this, and he was about to climb down the vines.

　　 The vines on this cliff seem to be strong and dense, but in fact, not every one is reliable. Some vines with withered roots and branches are still green. Once caught, they are easy to loosen. Yuntianhe has been very active since he was a child, and he is a good hand for tree climbing and rock climbing, let alone distinguishing vines. It’s just that this dangerous cliff is so dangerous that ordinary people will be frightened when they see it. Yuntianhe has never had a life-and-death attachment before, so he is flat on the ground. Last night he thought of the word death for the first time. Suddenly, he felt like a shackle in his heart. The cliff was strangely unfamiliar at this moment.

　　 Yun Tianhe’s hands and feet are faster than his brain. This is a good thing. Before he can be afraid, his body has already crawled down the vine. But then, looking at the foggy valley, he shook his head for the first time.

　　The sword passer in the cliff cave yelled again: "Boy, you move faster!"

　　 Yun Tianhe was at a loss at this moment, he subconsciously responded, and climbed quickly with his hands and feet. It's a pity that he acted foolishly and recklessly this time, grabbing a dead vine in his hand, and suddenly couldn't bear his strength, his roots broke, and he also fell.

　　 "Ah!" Yun Tianhe yelled, and then he was lifted into the hole by the back of his neck.

　　 Yun Tianhe was not afraid, the kid picked the rabbit off as soon as he landed. "I will bring you a gift. My father said, you have taught me such a great skill, and I must return you."

　　The Swordman rolled his eyes, "Just give it to two rabbits?"

　　 Yun Tianhe was also embarrassed, his face blushed, "I am weak now, and when I grow up, I will hunt wild boars for you to eat."

　　 The sword legend waved his hand lazily, "Come on, when you grow up, I'll be gone."

　　 Yun Tianhe was taken aback, "Are you going to die too?"

　　 The swordsman was furious, "What stinky fart, I won't die. I'm going to go far, understand?"

　　 Yuntianhe is still silly, "You have to go down the mountain, I know that. Is the mountain bad?"

The man shook his head, "Just stay here to practice your sword. I have already taught you all the sword principles you should know with my heart. I will practice more and think about it in the future. Naturally, I will be the sword **** of Qingluan Peak. "After that, the man sneered again, "Boy, I have only two sides to you. Once yesterday, once today, you will never see me again. Anything you want to ask?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Yuntianhe yelled "Ah!"

　　 "What the **** are you doing?"

The little kid was crying, "Why do you all have to go? Father wants to go too, you want to go too. If we never see it in our entire life, then, that..." He "that" for a long time, but can't tell. One two.

The sword spreader shook his head, "Idiot boy, there are always gatherings and dissociation in the world. Sometimes when you see someone for the first time, it may be a goodbye, and how did you understand that at that time? Only when you remember it later did you realize you missed What happened."

　　 Yun Tianhe nodded, "I understand."

　　 "What do you understand?"

　　 "Every time we meet, we must cherish it as the last time."

　　 The sword legend nodded and shook his head, "Not bad, but it's not too bad, but it's already pretty good."

Yuntianhe doesn’t understand Bentianhe, what he wants to ask, and he doesn’t know where to ask. The world is always confined to the suffering of life and death. He is going to experience these at a young age. No matter how dull he is, he should always feel something in his heart. , Suddenly, when he was thinking about it, he heard a soft sword chant from Lingtai. It turned out that this point of his insight was incorporated into the heart seal, as if plants were drawing nutrients and nurturing vitality.

The sword spreader does not write words or teach oral formulas, but plant the sword in the heart of Yuntianhe by the method of heart-to-heart. For example, plant a Bodhi tree on his spiritual platform, and constantly absorb his mind and understanding as a support, although this tree is by others. Yes, but one day it will bear fruit, and that will be Yuntianhe's own harvest.

　　Like Father Yun, the sword-passenger accompanied Yun Tianhe to gossip for a while, and drove him away.

He accidentally fell off the cliff when he came, just because he was stuck in the obsession with life and death. Now he wants to go. He also needs to climb up the tree and vine. As he comes and goes, his mood has changed slightly. Without being bound by fear, this kid swiftly climbed to the top of the cliff like a monkey. Turning around and looking back, the mountains were filled with mist and steep walls. All these dangers could no longer cause him to panic. For a time, Yuntianhe was enjoying the mountain breeze, only feeling unspeakable in his heart, turned to the forest, took a piece of deadwood, and practiced swordsmanship on the spot, but he spoke with the sword to express his heart.

The sword road during the day is the same as the twilight yesterday, but the sun and stars in the sky revolve around ~ www.readwn.com~ The direction of the sun and the stars in the day are different, and the weather changes. different. At dusk, the sun sinks in the west and the night is approaching. Therefore, we must accumulate our spirits and keep it silent. The sword intent will only change in the circle, and it will diffuse up to ten steps. When the night is over, the natural spirit will grow. World. In the early morning, the sun rises eastward and everything is awakened, so the sword road is prosperous, and the sword intent is prosperous.

When the Yuntian River danced his sword, his mind was leaping and enveloping the Qingluan Peak and meeting the Wanlai Qiji. His thoughts were great and harmless, strong and uncontested, so he couldn’t perceive things because he was just a beginner. No, so I can only sense a few miles around him. When he is successful in kendo, he will be like a dragon, and he can go to the sky and escape the yellow spring. Within the six realms, he can go everywhere.

　　He can practice Xing here, use the spirit to lead the air, use the air to conduct the air, the circulation of the essence is unsatisfactory, the spirit is urging, the more and more practice is, as if he can continue to practice forever.

　　 Suddenly, there was a feeling in his heart, and two Qi qi suddenly disappeared, one of which belonged to the sword-passenger. This person came and went like fog, unpredictable. This time, he must have gone out for a long trip. The other qi is Father Yun. His deadline has come. He proclaimed himself in Shichenxi Cave and was buried with his deceased wife. This time he passed away.

Yun Tianhe was taken aback and hurried back to the wooden house. There was no shadow of his father Yun Tianqing in the house. Only the vegetables on the dinner table were still hot. Everything seemed to be the same as before. The young Yun Tianhe knew in his heart that his father no longer Will come back, eat with him, play with him, and teach him martial arts.

　　 Missing this, Yun Tianhe's attachment to the word death is deeper in his heart. He stands blankly, and suddenly feels warmth on his cheeks, but he unconsciously shed tears.

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