turn the mountain

It's getting colder every day outside the Great Wall, and the night comes earlier and earlier.It was just after a while, and the sky became darker; a lone eagle flew past in the sky, and the shadow cast on the ground was also faint.Zhang Zhi was anxiously facing the two thin books.Mr. Yang, who was teaching today, went out to do errands, so his grandfather took the knife manual and asked him to memorize it all.Zhang Jiasan's saber manual is divided into two halves: the ten-style sword technique and the twelve-style footwork.And any combination of the two is infinitely varied.Zhang Zhiming knew that he couldn't memorize it, and although he was annoyed, he had to accept the errand of memorizing it.

But the words must still be listened to.Zhang Zhi abandoned his footwork, spread the book out on the table in the courtyard, and concentrated on wielding the wooden knife in his hand.A slender fir tree in the courtyard was shaken by the autumn wind.After practicing for a while, he heard his mother Lazhen trotting over from the house, shouting, "Son, drink some more and practice again!" She held a silver pot in her hand, and a puff of white smoke came out from the mouth of the pot.When Zhang Zhi received it, he poured it into his mouth, and Lazhen hurriedly advised him: "It's hot, it's hot, slow down."

Before Zhang Zhi took a sip of the buttered tea, he heard Zhang Ji say coolly behind him, "If only I didn't have the heart to drink tea." He trembled in fright.Rajen said angrily: "It's cold, why not drink some hot tea to keep warm?"

Zhang Ji had never gotten along with her, so naturally she retorted: "Han people are born to be heroes, while Tubo men are soft-headed, and they can't even stand a little wind." It was a good idea, so I had to turn around and swing the knife again.

In the evening, Zhang Ji inspected his homework, Zhang Zhi practiced half of the saber technique, but didn't remember any footwork, so he was punished by kneeling outside the door.Mosquitoes invaded at night, Zhang Zhi shook his head and waved his hands to drive away the insects, while muttering about the position under his feet.Rajen slipped in from the door and said with a smile, "So hard to memorize?"

Zhang Zhi was dizzy and nodded quickly.Lazhen asked again: "The sword technique is difficult, or is the step difficult?" Zhang Zhi said casually: "Although the Sanwang footwork has formulas to memorize, but there are too many changes, and it is difficult for me to memorize the formulas. But the knife technique is all about movements. , I’ve memorized half of it.” Razhen clapped her hands and said, “It’s easy to handle. It just so happens that I don’t know Chinese characters, so I will never steal your martial arts. You can lend me the knife manual for one night, and tomorrow I Guaranteed that the old man can't make things difficult for you." Zhang Zhi was dubious, and gave her the footwork book, and changed to the sword technique by heart.

In the early morning of the next day, Lazhen knocked on the door and came in, her eyes were rubbed red, she took Zhang Zhi's Han robe in her hand, and said, "Look." Pointing at the left sleeve, he said, "Look here," and turned the sleeve to the light, "I have embroidered characters here, and you can see it when you face the light." Zhang Zhi took a look, and sure enough, the sleeve was embroidered with the same color silk The formula, when facing the light, you can see the silk thread protruding, and you are overjoyed immediately.

Usually when Zhang Zhi got up, he had to practice swinging the knife two hundred times in the yard before he could do anything else.Zhang Ji was staring at him without saying a word, his eyes were as sinister as an eagle's.When Zhang Zhi finished practicing, he didn't comment, just nodded a little and let it go.Today Zhang Zhi walked into the courtyard with a wooden knife, but Zhang Ji was not there.

If Zhang Ji hadn't counted these two hundred swipes, it wouldn't have counted even a single one.Zhang Zhi was afraid that he would be recited the knife manual again, so he simply used the knife to make gestures.Just as he was practicing comfortably, he suddenly heard a loud shout from behind, which scared him so much that he could barely hold the handle of the knife.Zhang Ji's white hair was disheveled, his nostrils flared, and he said angrily, "Who allowed you to practice this?"

Zhang Zhi had never seen his grandfather so furious before, tremblingly said: "Yesterday, yesterday."

"Yesterday, I promised you to practice, but today I promised you to practice?" Zhang Ji waved the wooden knife in his hand, and then slapped him on the face with his hand, and said, "Your surname is Yang, go and find him to study. !"

"Mr. Yang went out yesterday, and he can't come back today." Zhang Zhi's face was hot, which must have been swollen.He complained and feared, but still didn't dare to talk back to Zhang Ji.Zhang Ji was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and murmured, "Going out?"

Zhang Zhi lowered his head and answered, "Yes."

Suddenly a pair of rough and old hands touched his cheeks, and rubbed the swollen finger marks just now.He looked up, Zhang Ji had already calmed down, and said with a straight face: "Forget it, you can continue practicing the sword."

After only two swings, Zhang Ji suddenly said, "Practice what you learned yesterday."

Zhang Zhi thought to himself: Didn't you just scold someone?He raised the wooden knife with both hands, and slammed it on the ground as if venting his anger, before practicing yesterday's moves.Grandfather was as silent as a statue.Sometimes Zhang Zhiming knew that he had made a mistake in his practice, but Zhang Ji didn't point out or scold him, which made him feel anxious.

Zhang Ji was old and couldn't stand it after watching it for a while, so he went back to the house to rest.He never asked Zhang Zhi to stop, and Zhang Zhi was just gesticulating in the yard.After practicing for a while, the sound of horses neighing and carts came from outside the yard.Zhang Zhi dropped the wooden knife and ran out to look, only to see a servant at home helping a man with a white face and a broad body get off the carriage.

"Father!" Zhang Zhi called out to meet him.

Zhang Liu has not returned home for many months, and he did not lose weight in the wind and sand in the Western Regions.Now he has put on weight twice compared to when he was a child student in the Central Plains, and he looks more and more like a businessman.Seeing Zhang Zhi, he just nodded slightly and walked into the house.Zhang Zhi chased after him for two steps, feeling that his father was ignoring him, feeling puzzled and wronged in his heart, he picked up the wooden knife sullenly.

"Son, why don't you go in and see your father?" Rajen trotted out hastily, with drops of water hanging from her fingertips.

"Oh," Zhang Zhi couldn't bear to cheer her up, and followed her back to the house.

Mr. Yang didn't come back all day, and it was the first time Zhang Zhi had such an idle life since he could remember.Rajen wore a multicolored bangdian and worked back and forth.Every time she passed by Zhang Zhi who was doing nothing, she would squint her eyes and smile at him, and sometimes she would secretly feed him some freshly fried fruit and pancakes in her hand.

The next day Zhang Zhi got up early, the sky was still dark, and a new moon hung high on the branches like a leaf bud.Zhang Ji hadn't woken up yet, and Zhang Zhi was afraid of his grandfather's furious appearance yesterday, so he just danced wildly with a wooden knife.He imitated the appearance of those Tubo warriors he had seen in his memory, he yelled "ho" when he swung a knife, and broke out in a profuse sweat.He was in the middle of dancing when he suddenly heard someone beside him laughing. It turned out to be the servant brought back by Zhang Liu.

This young man was wearing a servant's clothes, not conspicuous.Zhang Zhi took a closer look now, only to find that he was an unfamiliar face, so he wondered, "Are you lost?"

"Master asked me to call you over," the boy didn't reply, but gave him a funny look instead.However, his eyes were icy, and his smile was sinister, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Zhi followed the boy into his father's house, and greeted him as usual.Two dim lamps were lit in Zhang Liu's room, making all the shadows in the room extra large and deep.Among them, the silhouette with the largest outline is Zhang Liu himself, sitting on a grand teacher's chair far away, seeing Zhang Zhi's clothes soaked, he said dissatisfiedly: "Learn those useless things again."

Zhang Zhi complained: This is not what I want to learn.He still nodded Nuonuo on his face.

"Let's have a look at what we've practiced," Zhang Liu said again.

Zhang Zhi was a little surprised.His father's meridians were blocked since he was a child, and he couldn't practice martial arts at all, and he was never interested in his progress.He was afraid that his father would also test him with the saber manual, so he simply pretended not to know, raised his hands as if holding a saber, and slashed forward.

The unruly servant next to him sneered again.Zhang Liu frowned, glanced at the servant, turned back and asked, "You only practiced this?"

"Yes," Zhang Zhi said.

"How long have you been practicing sword?" Zhang Liu asked again.

Zhang Zhi began to practice swinging a knife at the age of five, and it has been seven years since he was 12 years old.He answered truthfully, Zhang Liu glanced at the servant next to him, sighed, and said, "What about homework, have you ever missed it?"

"No, except for these two days when Mr. Yang went out, he was studying every day," Zhang Zhi replied.

"What have you learned?" Zhang Liu asked him.

Zhang Zhi stood at the bottom and quietly glanced at Zhang Liu's expression.Zhang Liu looked sleepy, with a little sweat on his forehead, and his lips were bloodless.Zhang Zhi felt that he was absent-minded, so he simply replied: "I have learned "Poems."

"There are three hundred poems," Zhang Liu said, "Can't you memorize them?"

"Know how to recite," Zhang Zhi said hastily, "I have learned "Dang"."

"There's no beginning, but there's an end," Zhang Liu sighed as he closed his eyes and leaned on the back of his chair, as if he was exhausted.