Difficult to live with a sword

"What does this word read?"

"……once?"

The old man with a white beard raised his eyebrows, raised the ruler with both hands, and slapped Fang's bone hard on the buttocks.

Fang Yigu cried out "Ouch", covered his buttocks and hid aside, "Sir, isn't this 'once'?"

"How dare you speak harshly!" The old man was so angry that his beard trembled slightly, he raised his ruler to chase after Fang's remains, and corrected: "This is a word, read it! The ancient heng." He was very puzzled, such a shrewd child , Why are you not enlightened on reading?

Seeing that he ran to the corner and had no way to escape, Fang Yigu hugged his head and begged for mercy: "Hey! Mr. Shen, I understand. Don't hit me, sir."

There was a lot of noise in the room, and outside, a bunch of plantains stood by, and Ouyang Du was lying on the wicker chair, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Fei Hua waited on the side, playing the fan for him, listening to the movement in the room, worried: "Master, Mr. Shen seems very angry?"

Ouyang Du raised the corners of his lips, still closed his eyes and said lazily: "What is this? When my master taught me how to read and write in the past, he asked me to kneel in the ice water to memorize the nine cold days. If I made a wrong word, I would have to kneel more An hour. Once I recited a sentence, and I was punished by life and death to soak in ice water for a day, and when I fished it out, there was only one breath left and I was still hanging." The tone was calm, as if this was not a terrible experience .

Fei Hua took a deep breath, and said angrily: "Master, with your status in the Holy Church, how dare Old Shen Sui?"

"How dare you?" Ouyang Du opened his eyes, and a look of sternness flashed in his eyes, "Feihua, you are wrong. If I hadn't survived that year, I wouldn't be what I am now. The rules of the holy religion, do not you get it?"

Feihua lowered her head, "I understand."

Ouyang Du nodded.

"Ouch! Sir, I know, I know." In the room, Fang Yi was still avoiding Shen Sui's whistling ruler.

Outside the house, Ouyang Du looked at the child quietly, gently turning the three thousand leaves on the wrist with his slender and white fingers, thought for a while and said: "Fei Hua, the Shengjiao side doesn't need to know the existence of Fang's remains."

"This..." Feihua was in a dilemma and dared not answer.

Ouyang Du smiled and said: "You don't want to keep it secret, there are many people who are willing to take your place and keep it a secret for me." During the conversation, he had already taken off the three thousand leaves and held them between his fingers to play with.

Fei Hua was startled, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and hurriedly said: "Your servant understands. There will be no news about Young Master Fang in the house."

Ouyang Du suppressed his smile, stopped talking, put Sanqianye back on his right hand, closed his eyes again, and fell asleep.

The sun was getting higher and the banana leaves could not block the scorching light. Ouyang Du got up and asked Fei Hua to bring a sword, and danced the sword in the garden.

At noon, as soon as Fang Yigu walked out of the study, he saw a man dressed in white and dancing with a sword.Fang's remains stood at the door of the study as if his soul had been robbed, foolishly hoping that time could stop at this moment.

"Bone, what's wrong with you?"

Fang's remains were fascinated, Ouyang Du had put his sword back into its scabbard but hadn't found it yet.

Fang Yigu heard the voice, raised his head to look at the man standing in front of him, and said in a bewildered way: "It's so beautiful!"

"Huh?" Ouyang Du frowned slightly, displeased.Only then did Fang Yigu shake his head violently, and shouted: "Nothing!" After that, he quickly fled the scene on the grounds of practicing martial arts.

Ouyang Du shook his head, gently stroked the three thousand leaves on his wrist, and sighed. "Is it beautiful?" But he wished to destroy it with his sword. (In the past, the master of the Demon Palace used his energy to kill Fang Yigu's father. He pretended to find someone to rape him, but Fang Yigu's father was very angry and became mad. He was killed by the palace owner with three thousand leaves.)

In the past, Xiaozhu's martial arts training ground was in a small courtyard next to the room of Fang's remains. Various weapons and martial arts training stakes were placed in the courtyard.

Fang Yi went back to his room and changed his clothes, and when he came out, he bowed to Wang Xing, the master who taught him basic sword skills.

Wang Xing smiled and helped, and began to teach the basic chopping and chopping.

Wang Xing is very fond of this talented, diligent and studious disciple.It's just that he started a little late, otherwise he would definitely be able to achieve great success in martial arts in the future, but as far as he is concerned, the future of this son is also limitless.

If it wasn't for his master forbidding him from teaching the sword skills of the Fang Yigu Sacred Sect, he would have taught him all he had.Unfortunately, there is no chance.

Wang Xing sighed twice, very sorry.

Fang Yigu took out the special wooden sword used for practice, and went through the moves learned yesterday.The climate is scorching in midsummer afternoons, even the old small buildings built on the mountainside are scorching hot, the scorching sun makes people dizzy.

Fang Yigu was sweating profusely after dancing a few moves, his foot was unstable, and he made a mistake.

Although Wang Xing cherished this disciple, he did not reduce his strictness, on the contrary he had the intention of tempering him, so he became more demanding.As soon as Fang Yigu made a mistake, he raised his hand and whipped Fang Yigu's leg.Fang Yigu gritted his teeth and endured the pain, corrected the mistake, and continued to practice.

Ouyang Du who came from the study happened to see this scene, and couldn't help being amused, the child was beaten and screamed in pain when he was learning to read, jumping up and down, and he didn't say a word during the beating when he was practicing martial arts.

No wonder Mr. Shen cursed: Dead wood cannot be carved!But Wang Xing praised: Martial arts prodigy!

Thinking of this, Ouyang Du smiled softly, Wang Xing saluted him upon hearing the sound, and Fang Yigu also stopped practicing, and after glancing at him, he buried his head in silence.

Ouyang Du called him over, patted his sweaty little head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fang Yigu muttered: "It's too hot, it's uncomfortable."

Ouyang Du raised Fang Yi's small face, only to see that his face was flushed from the sun, showing signs of heatstroke, his right hand was pinching his wrist with two fingers, his brows gradually tightened.

He ordered Wang Xing to retreat, and brought Fang's remains to a cool and dry yard at the south end of the yard.The three characters "Baicaoyuan" written on the round arch in front of the courtyard are square, powerful, neat and unique.

There are four borders of plants planted in the garden, with flourishing branches and leaves, full of greenery.

Fang Yi saw a black branch in the green bushes, and was driven by curiosity to break it...

"Don't touch it!" Ouyang Du took his hand, with a worried expression on his face, and warned: "This is Shanna grass. When it grows, it is green in color. It is non-toxic and has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxification. When it is mature, the whole body turns black. , extremely poisonous, once contaminated, you will die in an instant. My three thousand leaves are used to quench the poison."

Fang Yiji was shocked and asked Ouyang, "Is there an antidote?"

Ouyang led him closer to the house in the garden, and casually said: "The green moment is the antidote, but the poison of the moment occurs quickly, unless the antidote is taken first, otherwise the antidote will not help."

The hut was a square room, dark and dark. Ouyang set up the windows around it, and then it lit up. There were fine needles and small blue and white porcelain bottles around them, which were arranged in an orderly manner without marking.

There was a bed in the middle of the room, and Ouyang asked Fang Yigu to sleep on it.

According to Fang Yi's words, Ouyang gave him two needles behind each ear, and the dizziness was relieved immediately, and then Ouyang put needles all over his body, turning him into a little hedgehog with thorns in his belly.

Every time Ouyang got an injection, he felt sore and swollen pain. The more severe the pain was, the whole body was like a furnace that was about to burst, hot and painful.

His brows became more and more wrinkled, his teeth were clenched, his head was covered with cold sweat, and his fingers were tightly digging at the quilt under the bed.

When he felt that he was about to collapse, he finally couldn't help shouting: "Ugh!" Ouyang Du quickly pulled out the needle, Fang Yigu's eyes went dark, and he passed out.

Ouyang Du looked at the child who hadn't cried out in pain during the whole process, and couldn't help brushing his face with pity, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

When Fang Yigu woke up, it was dark, and he was sleeping in his own room, his nostrils filled with the aroma of porridge.

Fang Yigu searched for the smell and turned out of the screen, only to see Ouyang Du, dressed in white, sitting at the table, blowing the hot porridge gently.

Seeing his careful and gentle actions, Fang Yigu's heart skipped a beat.

"Are you awake?" Ouyang Du waved at him, "Come and eat fresh white porridge."

Fang Yigu sat beside Ouyang Du, drinking porridge.

After finishing drinking, Fei Hua came to clean up the dishes.

There were only two people left in the room, Ouyang Du stretched out his slender white fingers, pressed on Fang's bone neck, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell just now?"

Fang Yigu shook his head.

Ouyang Du nodded, withdrew his hand, and asked casually, "You suffered a lot when you were young, right?"

Fang Yigu was stunned and lowered his head, whispering: "It's okay."

"Okay?" Ouyang Du suddenly became serious, "Do you know that you used to sleep under the eaves, the wind blows frost, and the cold air enters your body. If you don't let it out, you will learn martial arts rashly. In the weak years, you may become mad. .”

Fang Yi's eyes widened in disbelief.Ouyang Du shook his head, thinking about how he was holding back the pain, so he stopped scaring him, changed the topic, and said: "In the future, you will be able to do acupuncture once a month, and you will be free from worries for half a year. During this time, I will guide you practice sword."

Fang Yigu's eyes lit up and he smiled.Ouyang Du was puzzled, he patted his forehead, and said: "You haven't practiced sword today, you slept all afternoon, you must be in good spirits, I will accompany you to practice sword for a while."

"Yeah." Fang Yigu rushed out of the house with the bag in high spirits, as if the pain he suffered in the afternoon was nothing.

At night, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, the stars are shining, the yard is filled with the fragrance of gardenias, and the banana leaves are whirling.

Fang's bones practiced chopping against the air, the movements were smooth and fast, and the wind broke through.When he retracted the sword, his complexion was as usual, and his breath was steady, not as before, sweating profusely and panting.

He was surprised, looked at the sword in his hand, and looked suspiciously at Ouyang Du who was standing in the corridor, only to see Ouyang Du staring at him, feeling lost.

Fang Yigu turned his head uncomfortably, Ouyang Du came back to his senses, and slowly approached Fang Yigu, holding his wrist with his right hand, stabbing out with a sword, breaking the wind and whimpering, cutting off Liufeng.He looked at the elegant and handsome Ouyang Du, shocked and speechless.

Ouyang Du let him go, and said: "You need to skillfully use the power of all parts of your body instead of using brute force to wield a sword. Wang Xing should have taught you these things. I think you can understand it in the afternoon, why can't you do it now? ?”

Fang Yigu shook his head and lowered his eyelids.

Ouyang Du looked at the child and sighed: "You don't have to be cautious in front of me. Your father has saved my life, and I treat you as my own child."

After Ouyang Du finished speaking, he was a little bit Hao Ran, he was never comparable to that person, and he was not qualified to be the father of this child, so to speak, he was really taking advantage of him.

The child lowered his head, his shoulders trembled, Ouyang Du was puzzled, and squatted halfway in front of him, only to see that the child's dark and bright eyes were full of tears.

"Remains..." Ouyang Du touched his face, and said softly, "Take it as a joke, okay? I shouldn't have brought your sadness ahead of time."

"It's not because of this..." Fang Yigu raised his face, looked at Ouyang Du and said, "I just...just..." I just think you are better than my father.

But Fang's bones didn't say anything, his father is the god in his heart, his mother's nagging, Ouyang Du's answer, let him outline an image of a hero that cannot be desecrated, this is his father, more than the fathers of those fishing village children It's all going to be amazing.

What about Ouyang Du?The balance in Fang Yigu's heart didn't know which way to lean.

He threw himself into Ouyang Du's arms, holding him tightly with both hands.Wiping tears on his soft white robe, he said nothing.

The moonlight shone on the child's back, revealing a stubborn silhouette.