Pick up the Dragon

Yang Dao was born in a family of swordsmen. He has an old father on his head and an elder brother who is six years older than him.Maybe it's because he was born with a slender figure and didn't look like a big sword material. Father Yang didn't give him too much hope, only gave him the care of his father, but passed on all his unique skills to "anywhere is good" big brother.

That year, Yang Dao was 14 years old, and his elder brother was in the middle of the weak crown. At the crown ceremony, he got his father's family-heirloom sword. The young man Yang Dao was very envious of Dao Fenghuhu.

Maybe it's because of his father's partiality for so many years that made the boy feel resentful, and this envy developed into jealousy over time. Every morning, Yang Dao felt an indescribable itch in his heart when he saw his elder brother practicing moves with that treasured sword.

In the end, the young man who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth still couldn't hold back his inner desire, and became jealous of the treasured sword he had coveted for a long time. At a family banquet, while his father and brother were drunk, he stole the sword from his elder brother, because he was afraid that his father would blame him. , simply grabbed the knife and ran away from the door, and ran away from home.

It's a pity that the young man who is not deeply involved in the world knows the dangers of the world. He didn't bring a penny with him. He grew up in his own yard since he was a child. The little house sparrow flew over the wall, and he was dumbfounded when he looked outside—he was lost. .

Yang Dao turned around and couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south. He only knew that he couldn't be caught by his father, so he never stopped walking.But the knife was too heavy, and it was hard for him to carry it on his back, let alone run away hungry.

In three days, he only begged for two steamed buns at a small stall he happened to pass by, and begged for a bowl of water at a tea shop. He felt that his whole body had turned into a puddle of mud under the scorching sun, and he couldn't move no matter what. , paralyzed on the ground with dizzy eyes waiting to die, suddenly felt a tall shadow shrouded towards him, and stretched out his hand to the knife in his arms.

In the confusion, he instinctively thought that it was the elder brother, and subconsciously held the knife tightly. The other party drew it lightly twice and did not take it away, so he said, "Boy, a knife can't save lives. Do you want to eat or do you want a knife?" ?”

Yang Daoxin said that of course it was Dao, and opened his eyes to stare at him, but he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly against the light, but the voice was definitely not Big Brother.He stood up staggeringly, and was almost brought down by the heavy knife. The other party supported him: "You have such a big knife in your small body... this knife must not be yours, right? Who stole it from? Hurry up and go back, you won’t learn well at such a young age.”

Yang Daoxin asked if stealing something from his own house could be called stealing, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak, and he saw a water bag in front of him in a daze, and he didn't care about Sanqi 21, so he quenched his thirst first.

Cool water was poured into his belly, he felt alive again, his vision became clear again, and he saw that the person in front of him was about the same stature as his elder brother, his face was a little less handsome than his elder brother's, and he was a little more calm and calm. .

Yang Dao looked him up and down, and suddenly asked: "Who are you?"

"Ding Er." The other party glanced at him, and patted his shoulder with a broad palm, "Why are you laughing, the Ding family ranks second, so it's called Ding Er."

Yang Dao staggered when he was photographed, quickly stopped his smile, and rolled his eyes: "You also have a big brother?"

"Yes, but he's dead." Ding Er looked at the young man with thin arms and legs, "'Also'? So you also have a big brother? Then your knife...was stolen from your big brother, right?"

Yang Dao was caught in his mind, so he immediately took a step back defensively, turned around and was about to run.

Ding Er suddenly said behind him: "Hey, you can run, there is no place to rest for twenty miles from east to west, north to east, and the south is your way of coming. You can choose to go to the sky or hide from the earth."

Yang Dao stopped in his tracks for a moment, poked stiffly on the spot for a while, then turned around slowly, and decisively gave up such worthless things as "self-esteem": "Brother Ding, do you have anything to eat? "

After a while, Yang Dao squatted on the car floor and ate the sesame seed cakes with pickles, while Ding Ershun took the knife and made a few drastic moves, which attracted the young man's attention. He stared intently for a long while: "You ...better than my elder brother."

Ding Er put the knife back into its sheath with a "choke", put it on the car casually, and patted Yang Dao's arm holding the chopsticks with two fingers: "Boy, people have to make use of their strengths and avoid weaknesses. You are not suitable for using big swords, so go away quickly." Any other way, hanging from a tree is not a wise decision."

Yang Dao was slapped so that his hands trembled, and the pickles he picked up fell back into the jar, his eyes were a little lost: "I also know that I am not that material, but my family has always used knives, I..."

Ding Er said "Oh": "It is the Yang family village famous for its knives? Aren't you the ineffective young son of old owner Yang?"

Yang Dao suddenly panicked: "You won't send me back, will you?"

"Whether you go back or not has nothing to do with me," Ding Er waved his hand indifferently, and pulled out a palm-length knife from his waist, "I think this one might be more suitable for you."

Yang Dao dismissed it: "This is too..."

"Why, the short knife is not a knife anymore? The flying knife is not a knife anymore? Young people are ignorant, so they have to be open-minded and ask for advice."

As Ding Er spoke, he swiped the knife in his hand, and carved a flower on half of the biscuits in Yang Dao's hand like a snake with the blade, but not a single crumb flew out. At the end, there was a sesame seed on the tip of the knife, With a light lift of his hand, the sesame was split in two vertically and fell on the sesame seed cake.

Yang Dao was blinded by this supernatural power, "Gudong" swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly embraced the opponent's arm with bright eyes: "Brother Ding! I want to learn flying knife, you teach me!"

Ding Er laughed and patted himself on the chest: "Brother can't."

Yang Dao: "..."

Ding Er can use big knives, small knives, long knives and short knives, kitchen knives, machetes, boning knives, but he can't throw knives.

Yang Dao's ignited hope was shattered in an instant, he lowered his head, and continued to eat sesame seed cakes in silence. Seeing this, Ding Er patted him on the shoulder again: "Young man, your attitude is not right. People need to be self-reliant and self-reliant. People teach you, you can practice by yourself.”

"Then you have to practice until the year of the monkey." Yang Dao whispered, "It's too late to start from scratch at my age, so let's forget it."

Ding Er stood up straight, walked two steps with his hands behind his back: "I can also find a master to teach you..."

Yang Dao looked at him again: "Really?"

Ding Er nodded: "But I'm afraid I can't afford this price."

"What's the matter, I let my father..." Yang Dao got stuck in the middle of his sentence-there was no one in his Yang family who practiced flying knives, and if he went back to find his father, he would probably be beaten to death first ?

Ding Er glanced at him, pretending that he didn't hear this, and continued his own voice: "Let our young master pick it up, if the young master is not willing to pick it up, then there is no game."

"Master? Who is it?"

Ding Er stretched out his hand and slapped the door panel of the carriage with a "bang bang" sound, and the business name with the word "Peng" on it was also fooled by his vigorous slapping: "Peng, Master Peng. Master never trades at a loss, if you can impress him , then your matter is considered successful, not only can you find the master, but you can also find the best."

Yang Dao said that he was moved.

So half a month later, Yang Dao returned to Xianzhou with the "Ding Wei" caravan led by Ding Er, and finally met the mysterious "Master Peng".

At that time, Peng Yu was only a young man of fifteen years old, and his stature had not yet grown. At first glance, his presence was not too strong, but after careful contact, he found that his speech and behavior had already shown the taste of the head of the family. A Peng's mansion said what he said, and his orders were extremely concise and efficient.

He directed the caravan to stop and unload the goods, and when he raised his eyes, those extraordinarily bright eyes focused on Yang Dao, but he asked Ding Er: "Brother Ding, why are you picking up people from the caravan so casually?" .”

There was a slight pickiness in this tone, and Yang Dao, who was also pampered, suddenly became angry, and was about to jump up to argue with him, but was held down by Ding Er on the shoulder, and the latter took out the treasured sword and handed it to him. In front of Peng Yu: "Master."

The saber was really heavy, Ding Er didn't dare to hand it directly to his young master, but slowly took it out of its sheath by himself—only three points out, a cold light shot out, stung everyone's eyes.

"The knife is a good knife." Peng Yu pushed the back of his hand to let him put the knife away, and his eyes fell on Yang Dao again, "but...what's the name of this little brother?"

"Yang..." Yang Dao was about to blurt out subconsciously, and somehow his neck got stuck again, "Yang, Yang Dao!"

Peng Yu paused for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Did you change your name now? Then little brother Yang Dao, what is your purpose for coming to my Peng's house?"

Yang Dao said his wish, and Peng Yu stroked his chin and pondered for a moment: "My Peng family caravan never accepts useless people. If you have any ready-made skills, come and show me."

Yang Dao was not ambiguous when he heard it - although he is not good at practicing swords, he is still good at other kung fu.He flipped over with a carp, his figure was already three feet away, and he stepped on a nearby big tree, the leaves fluttered and fell.He used his strength to lift himself up, his feet didn't touch the ground, he flew in the air like a swallow, and the fallen leaves disappeared one by one with his afterimage.

When he landed again, he was already in front of Peng Yu. He raised his hand and twirled his thumb, and the leaves in his hand automatically opened into a circle, with the tips facing inwards and the petioles facing outwards, not too many, not too many.

This scene was suddenly frozen in the dream, Peng Yu felt cold all over and woke up suddenly.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Li Yi sitting next to him, his eyes were a little blank: "I dreamed of Yang Dao."

After a long while he sat up slowly with the support of the other party, the wound on his back was stung unbearably by the cold sweat, he walked to the door with some hemiplegia, looked at the puppet Yang Dao in the yard, and let out a soft breath: "Burn it. "

His eyes were inexplicably misaligned, and he still remembered that the boy had only stayed at Peng's house for less than ten days, and after officially joining Ding Wei's caravan, he continued to travel south with Ding Er.Peng Yu kept his promise and found Master Flying Dao for him. The young man is extremely talented in this area, and he has already achieved something in just two years. Master Flying Dao said that as long as he continues to practice uninterruptedly, he will become a master within ten years. device.

It's a pity that heaven failed to fulfill man's wish. Before ten years came, his people were gone.

They were chased to nowhere by the Wu Clan that day, only Peng Yu himself, Ding Er and Yang Dao were left in the entire caravan. All three of them were injured. , and finally pulled out the family heirloom sword that he always brought with him, but almost never used. For the first time, he used the sword with the momentum it should have.

Peng Yu watched the slender figure submerge into the insect swarm, and the last thing he heard was a hoarse shout: "Young Master, hurry up! I have no regrets in this life to enter the Peng family, and I only wish to raise my sword again in the next life!"

As for the precious sword, it finally disappeared.