Alternative Jianghu Adventures

"You... where did you learn this move?"

Fan Da suddenly heard Xia Yun's question. Originally, "I'm leaving now, I'll see you off." The farewell words got stuck in his throat, and he choked for a while. Under Xia Yun's urging, he stopped. Shengsheng turned a corner, "No, we chop firewood like this here."

"Impossible!" Xia Yun blurted out.

Immediately, he realized that his emotions were too agitated, so he quickly took a deep breath and forced himself to stabilize his mind.

"Impossible," she snatched Fanda's ax, took out a piece of dry wood and gestured, "Ordinary people chop wood like this—"

The ax got stuck on one side of the log from top to bottom in the air. Xia Yun held the handle of the ax and swung the ax and the wood into the air, then slashed down heavily!After repeating this many times, the wood split little by little from the middle.

"It's possible to split it bit by bit with force. If you encounter a thicker piece of wood, it's possible to repeat it a dozen times. But your movements..."

Xia Yun took out another piece of wood and stood it on the ground, his aura suddenly changed!

The ax in his left hand was like a huge wave, attacking the log with a momentum of engulfing everything!

***

"Everything in the world has a beginning and an end."

The man pointed at the piece of wood, and smiled gently at the little Xia Yun who was holding a piece of wood that did not match his stature, "Look at this piece of wood, it looks almost the same, but if you really know it well enough, you You can find the weakest point in the middle.

Weakness is the point of weakness, not only for people, but also for things. "

The man is over forty years old, but there is a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes, and his temples are graying. It seems that the year of destiny is not far away.

And Xia Yun was wearing loose clothes, she looked like she was only five or six years old when she was just enlightened, her hair seemed to be tied for her by a man, she was swaying to and fro, and she couldn't do anything right, her fleshy little hands couldn't even hold the handle of an axe.

The man held Xiao Xiayun's hand, pointed the ax at the seemingly ordinary cutting point, and pressed down lightly like this——

As if struck by thunder, the wooden head cracked a horizontal tortoise pattern in the middle!

"This move is called 'Shocking Waves'."

The man's hand didn't stop, but picked up the next piece of wood one after another. The strength in his hand was neither too fast nor too slow, neither light nor heavy, just like continuous ocean waves. Before Xiao Xiayun could react, the second piece of wood also cracked.

"Sea waves have no beginning and no end, and so does this force." The man taught slowly, "Between the ups and downs, the tides have their own definite number, and the 'surging waves' are followed by 'stormy waves'. Even if it is as light as the shore As long as the tide is continuous, it can also achieve a terrifying trend."

"Master..." Xiao Xiayun had a bitter face, frowning and feeling aggrieved, "Can you speak more simply, I don't quite understand..."

"It doesn't matter." The man whom Xia Yun called the master just touched Xia Yun's head gently, and showed a sly smile to her bewildered eyes, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, let's criticize this firewood first... I will teach you the firewood to make a fire tonight."

Xiao Xiayun: "..."

An ax seems to split a third piece of firewood to vent your anger!

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"This trick 'Storm Wave'... where did you learn it from?" The ax in Xia Yun's hand had already cut through the log and cut straight into the mud below. Her eyes were reddish, and she stared blankly at Looking at Fanda, he bit his lip and asked.

"'Hailwave'? What is it? I have never heard of it." Fan Da was taken aback by Xia Yun's appearance, and the dialect popped out instantly.

"But..." He asked as if he suddenly remembered something, "Can you tell me... is it the name of a fighting move?"

Xia Yun: "..."

"It would be easier if it was the name of the move!" Fan Da slapped his forehead, and quickly pulled Xia Yun to find Fan Er who was about to go out to chop wood, "Uncle! Uncle! Another person came to talk about our method of chopping firewood It's quite similar to the fighting routines outside!"

Listening to the tone, could it be that someone else...recognized this as "The Wave"?

Xia Yun was muttering in his heart, but he saw Fan Er stared at Xia Yun for a long time in disbelief, "I almost didn't notice...Miss Xia, your surname is... Xia?"

Nonsense, you call "Miss Xia" now, isn't your surname "Xia" is your surname "Joe"!

"I remember that about three or forty years ago, a chivalrous man surnamed Xia was also picked up in the village," Fan Er stroked his bald forehead - there were not a few hairs left on it, and he had the momentum of "a flat river".

"The last name is Xia?"

There are few outsiders in this small isolated place, so as long as there is any trouble, you can talk about it for a long time between the villagers' gossip.Things that happened decades ago have been passed down from generation to generation. Even a three-year-old child can tell what happened in this land hundreds of years ago-but the longer the time, the more distortions will become.

Stories are passed down from generation to generation in this way, and then become legends, and then evolve into myths.

"At that time, I was still a little doll who didn't understand anything," Fan Er squinted his eyes, and couldn't help taking out a handful of tobacco dust, a roll of toilet paper, and lighting it up, as if the old storyteller Zhou Tou could tell from dawn To the dark momentum.

"I heard that the man was covered in blood when he was picked up... By the way, it is thanks to him that we recognize the herbs in this mountain... When he woke up, he immediately took the knife he carried with him and put it on my father's neck. Just kill my dad!

I heard from my father that he has never been so afraid of a big bug on the mountain!

Fortunately, the man passed out again, and my father recovered his life. When he woke up again, he seemed to recognize him. He recuperated here for a long time, and when he was able to walk, he also helped the villagers chop firewood. Some water or something...but still not saying a word.Even if I know that the bottom of his heart is considered good, but the eyes are still weird, I never dared to look into his eyes when I was a child. "

"Uncle, I didn't expect you to be so naughty when you were young!" Fan Da laughed suddenly, having never heard this passage before.

Fan Erqu gave Fan Da a smack with his fingers, puffed on his cigarette, laughed and cursed, "Shut up, little bastard!"

Xia Yun couldn't help frowning after hearing Fan Er's description of the man.

This personality sounds like two people from the person she remembered. Could it be that there are other people who know about "Hailwave"?

"... Then one day that man helped my father go out to chop firewood, and finally said the first sentence." Fan Er turned his head to look at Xia Yun at this moment, "Guess what he said?"

Xia Yun thought to himself: "This old woodcutter probably went down the mountain to listen to old Zhoutou's stories too much, right? Why is it so hard to tell a story? Talk as you say, and play tricks!"

However, after so many years of struggling in the market, Xia Yun has already formed a habit reflexively, squeezed out a curious face, and followed Fan Er's words, "What did you say?"

"You... who learned this move from?" Fan Eryou spit out a trail of smoke rings, trying to imitate his father's tone of storytelling to him back then, but he only learned [-]% of it, which seemed nondescript.

"What's his name?" Xia Yun's eyelids twitched, even if it was an imitation, she still keenly saw a trace of the original tone of the man in Fan Er's eyes.

She had to associate it with the eyes of the man in her memory who occasionally drank alone behind her back in the dead of night.

"The surname is also Xia," Fan Er thought for a while, "I'm not sure about the name, three words, what does it seem to be called... Xia Chunxiu?"

It sounds like a big girl's name, after Fan Ermi's local dialect has been changed, it has a strong local flavor.

Qiao Anyue couldn't help laughing, and almost laughed out loud.

However, Xia Yun didn't smile, she quickly answered, "The name, is it Xia Cunxiu?"

"That's right, that's right!" Fan nodded quickly with a cigarette in his hand.

It's really him.

An inexplicable thought rose in Xia Yun's heart, she hadn't heard anyone say this name for a long time.This man's name seems to have disappeared in the Jianghu for several years after his death... Even when he was alive, Xia Yun heard more pronouns such as "Sir" and "Pavilion Master". The name is like a taboo, and few people call him by his name.

Xia Cunxiu, Xia Yun's reborn parents, her master.

"He also asked the same question as you, but we don't have a village or a shop here, and it doesn't have much to do with Jianghu, so my father can't answer him.

Later he said that he wanted to follow my father to learn the skill of chopping firewood...

We also don't understand, what's so easy to learn about chopping firewood, but we can't hold him back, so we let him stay here.That man lived here for almost a year, and we all regarded him as a member of half of the village. I heard from my father that he even tried to match him, but he refused...

My father intends to bring this strong laborer into the village, so from time to time he will tell him some interesting things in the village chronicles—of course, in my impression, my father basically talks one-sidedly—until one day when it comes to Jian The old ancestor of the village, that person finally reacted a bit, and said that he wanted to read the village chronicles of our village. "

When Fan Er said this, he took a puff of cigarette, "The village chronicle only remembers the things of the ancestors' generation. No one here knows a few big characters, and no one repaired them later... But the legacy of the ancestors Said that this thing can't be thrown away, so it has been passed down from generation to generation, and when my father dug it out, it was covered with a layer of black dust..."

"Can you show me the village chronicle?" Hearing the key point, Xia Yun interrupted Fan Er's eloquence and asked straightforwardly.

"Just wait, I'll look for it for you." Fan Er was not annoyed, turned around with a cigarette in his mouth and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

It took about a stick of incense, but he actually turned out a roll of bamboo slips that were about to break!

It turned out to be bamboo rolls!Not even paper!

Xia Yun was immediately in awe of the existence of Fanjiacun!

Taking the scroll of bamboo slips respectfully, Xia Yun sighed in his heart. Since someone improved the papermaking technique more than 100 years ago, the writing on bamboo slips and silk has been quickly eliminated by the world. I never thought that I can still see books carved on bamboo slips... ...This Fanjia Village has taken root here for a hundred years at the latest, so it's shocking!

"Later, the hero surnamed Xia locked himself in the house after seeing it, and stayed there for seven days and nights without eating or drinking. On the eighth day, when my father went to see him as usual, the man had already left 100 taels The bank notes then left the village."

Fan Er responsibly ended the story perfectly, but Xia Yun had already torn the scroll apart and spread it out——

Before I could see what was written on it, a fierce murderous aura rushed towards me!

The internal force in Xia Yun's body that had been stagnant for many years miraculously started to work automatically. With a sweet throat, she forcibly suppressed the sudden surge of blood energy. She frowned and tried her best to avoid the flashing sword, light and sword. She concentrated all her energy to barely see it clearly. The engraved words, I saw that it read:

"Those who get a glimpse of this scroll are all predestined people."

She read it unconsciously. As soon as she spoke, Qiao Anyue whispered in her ear, "So you can read?"

The author has something to say: jump wolf, jump wolf!Can't think of it! hhhhhh [insane laughter]

In addition, although I mentioned that someone improved papermaking a hundred years ago, please don't correspond to the real dynasty... Overhead, overhead, even the terrain is different...

By the way, speaking of terrain... it is necessary to remind:

The setting of southern Xinjiang in this article can be extended to the current tropical climate zone →_→ After all, the territory of China is not static... And I said in Chapter 1 that the imperial court lost control of southern Xinjiang. Strictly speaking, it should be It's out of the border, so don't be shocked to see crops that are now absent or scarce :)

(For example, the tobacco smoked by Fan Er was actually introduced from the West in the 16th century. It should be regarded as the Wanqing Republic of China when it became popular in a large area... Although it is a bit of a play in modern times, it can be said that Wanqing is also ancient Part of it, not to mention the 16th century... But I personally don’t think you should care about such details, just treat it as a natural growth orz)→_→

[... By the way, why do I have to research evidence when I write a superficial story... I also popularized science for you? ? ? ? ]

I just mentioned this, it has no effect on the article, I just want the protagonist to eat more delicious food...

Finally (this author talks a lot of nonsense!), I haven’t visited the forum for a long time, and I suddenly went up to take a look today, and found that someone actually mentioned this book under the section asking for recommendations for martial arts articles. Suddenly, shock!excited!Then I was revived with full blood and had the energy to study (my teacher must be very pleased) 2333

I don't know which little angel it is, in short, [compare my heart]