Immortal Soaring Blade

"Fight, give me a good one." In the morning, at the intersection of the village at the foot of the mountain, six or seven teenagers, 11 or 12 years old, beat up a boy in black on the ground. A little fat man stood beside him and yelled. Listening to the clamor of the village head's son Wang xiaopang, six or seven teenagers worked harder on their fists and feet.

The sound kept ringing, and a piece of dust was raised on the ground. The boy lying on the ground tightly protected the cloth bag in his arms. His eyes were calm. There was no other emotion because of being beaten. After a while, I didn't know that it was because the boy who had been beaten often didn't fight back, which was boring and tired. The six or seven teenagers around him gradually stopped.

"Hehe, Jiuge, I said that I didn't see you in these two days. I ran into the mountains and didn't beat you for two days. You don't know the rules. I told you to see me walking around, otherwise I'll beat you once." Wang xiaopang Rou's face was shaking as he spoke, and his saliva was constantly splashing out.

Hearing this, the young man on the ground raised his head. There were footprints on the washed white black cloth clothes, but they could not hide the strong figure under the clothes, and the dust on his face could not cover up the young and beautiful appearance. It was just because he had been in the mountain for two days, his young face was a little haggard, and he began to calm his eyes because of the loss of time. At this time, he was a little anxious and impatient.

Thinking of the old man at home, Jiuge slightly calmed down his inner anger: "xiaopang, I've beaten you. I've beaten you enough today. My grandfather is seriously ill this time. I went into the mountain to hunt some game to replenish my grandfather's body. I'm anxious to go home and have something to talk about tomorrow." Thinking about the old man who brought himself back and raised at home is seriously ill, the tone of Jiuge is getting more and more anxious.

"Oh, and the game. Leave the bag in your arms and go back, or you will know the consequences." Wang xiaopang was shaking with fat on his face, and several teenagers around him came up again.

Jiuge looked at this face and got very angry. Usually, he bullied himself with the village head's son and the village's almost old children. In order not to let the old man down and worry, he always kept silent. What kind of forbearance passed, thinking about the usual things.

Jiuge was totally impatient. "I said, these two rabbits are for my grandfather's body. I want to hunt for you some other day. I can't do it now. I have to go back in a hurry." Her eyebrows curled and staring at Wang xiaopang, and her mouth pursed.

"Bah, grandfather, you're a bastard without father and mother. That old man who eats anything will die. I have to eat it today. Hum, if you don't give it to you today, you can't go back. If you don't fight you, I'll take your last name." Wang xiaopang put his hand into his waist and pointed to nine songs and roared domineering.

Listening to Jiuge, she stood up and her pupils shrank. No matter how much I scolded myself, I didn't care. However, some people didn't respect the old people. Listening to those words of disrespect to the old people, I couldn't help my pent up anger.

"BAM, BAM, BAM..." Jiuge tries to push aside the two teenagers who are close to him, aiming at Wang xiaopang's eyes standing on the side, several fists are punched up, and there are some hoarseness in the shouts. " Ah ah ah ah Call him. " The scream of killing a pig sounded, and the pain on his face also made Wang xiaopang hysterical. When the teenagers around heard the cry, they rushed to Jiuge recklessly.

Dust flying, nine songs and six or seven teenagers mixed together, fists and thighs constantly squandered, and from time to time came the sound of screams and fists hitting the body.

Wang xiaopang's father is the head of Wang's village, and he is also a big family in the village. These six or seven teenagers have a common family background. They run with Wang xiaopang every day. Where is Jiuge's opponent who started working in the mountains to hunt and collect herbs since he was a child? After a while, six or seven teenagers ran back to their own homes, carrying dust all over their bodies,

Jiuge turned around and looked angry at Wang "Don't bully me again. You don't want to take me back, little rabbit." Wang xiaopang slowly retreated and cried out in horror. His eyes were full of fear. Because of fear, the fat on his face did not shake.

Nine songs did not tube Wang xiaopang's roar, indifferent eyes will Wang xiaopang kick to the ground, riding on the body to look at the disgusting face for a long time to fight. After finishing, he took up the cloth bag on the ground and patted the dust. His right hand pointed to Wang xiaopang and yelled, "it doesn't mean that I'm afraid of you. After that, my mouth will be clean, or I'll see who will clean up." Wang xiaopang's whole face on the ground has been beaten and swollen. The tears and dust on his face are mixed together. Looking at Jiuge's indifferent eyes, Wang xiaopang's lips gently tremble. He doesn't say anything. He slowly climbs up against two panda eyes and runs home.

Fat buttocks wriggled while running and looked back at Jiuge with a little fear. After running for a short time, he was sure that Jiuge couldn't catch up with him. He cried vaguely, "Jiuge, you wait to go back and tell my dad, this is not over." After that, regardless of Jiuge's reaction, he ran quickly. Jiuge disdained to smile, patted his own dust, and walked towards his home. The old man in the family was still waiting for him.

Although his anger subsided, his father would not give up if he wanted to fight Wang xiaopang. Wang xiaopang's father was as arrogant and domineering as a local Yellow Emperor in the village. Relying on his family's money, he also acted like some servants and servants. Jiuge's heart is a little heavy, originally went into the mountain to hunt two hare's good mood also disappeared, so with the heart to go to their own door.A small courtyard, a mud brick house, beside the earth brick house, there are several pigs in a fence made of wood. Although the house is relatively humble and shabby compared with other houses in the village, this is my own home, where I have lived for 12 years and brought me warmth. Smelling the familiar smell of grass and soil in the yard, and the smell of pig manure floating out of the fence, Zhao Jiuge's mood was inexplicably better. He put aside the unhappiness just now, his mouth slightly raised, and his face was filled with a faint smile.

"Grandpa, I'm back. Let's see what I've got for you." Before entering the door, Jiuge can't wait to shout, "creak." Push open the door that is not tightly closed. The door is made of wood, because it has been used for a long time. The wooden door and the sliding base under it make friction sound. It seems that they have witnessed the sad life of the old man all his life. Now the old man has run out of oil and the lamp is dry, as if it is also telling sorrow.

Push open the door, the scene of the room gradually into the eyes, because the home is a mud brick house, after a long period of rain, the house still exudes a light damp musty smell, smell the smell, Zhao Jiuge face a little complex, this lingering musty smell to the young and sensible Jiuge heart covered with a trace of haze.

The room is very empty, without any valuable items. There are some sundries scattered on the ground. There is a Trojan horse in the corner, which is his childhood playmate. There is a big wooden bed in the middle. Seeing the old man still lying on the bed, Zhao Jiuge is relieved. Years of life on this old man has already developed dependence, where there are old people is home, where there are old people is warm.

However, at the thought of being seriously ill, his heart was hanging up again. The old man on the bed was covered with white hair, and his face was filled with a kind smile. The wrinkles witnessed the growth and aging of the old man, and could not hide his twilight. Looking at the seriously ill old man, Zhao Jiuge clenched his fist with five fingers and pressed his mouth tightly. A sense of powerlessness appeared in his heart.

"Jiuge is back. My grandfather is still worried about you. He didn't come back all night. He came to sit with him and explain some things to you. I'm afraid I won't wake up one day and I won't see you again." Listen to grandfather's words, Jiuge heart has a trace of panic, no matter how calm and strong heart, but still a child. Thinking about the old man in case of leaving one day, he suddenly felt that his nose was blocked and his eyes were a little wet.

"Grandfather, you will be OK. Tomorrow I will go to the city. I will hunt more in the mountains and change my dressing. I will ask the doctor to come. I don't want my grandfather to leave me." Voice choking, more helpless Silly child, old, sick and dead, my grandfather can't rest assured of you. I remember that year when I went to the city and saw you still in your infancy on the official road, I didn't expect that more than ten years passed in a flash. " The old man's eyes flowed with brilliance, and he recalled all kinds of sorrows before.

"My grandfather has nothing to give you. Besides a jade pendant and this shabby house, my grandfather knows a little about your usual treatment in the village. If I leave one day, you will go out and make a breakthrough. The outside world will be very wonderful, and ordinary people will never be able to finish it." Nine songs listen to grandfather's advice, the heart is still a long time can't calm down, in case of one day the grandfather's fear and helplessness, the desire for the outside world, these are impacting the heart of nine songs. Lips opened slightly, trembled a few times and then closed, the dark eyes in a confused.

With that, the old man took out the jade pendant from under his pillow. The jade pendant was rectangular in shape and dark in color. He didn't know what animal's design was carved in the middle. It was a dragon head, a cow's body and a deer's tail. After wearing it to Jiuge, Jiuge gently touched the jade pendant. She didn't know what material it was made of. Start cold, Zhao Jiuge opened his eyes a little surprised, the temperature of this jade pendant.

It seems that there are endless words in the house. The old people and the young people may know that there are not many warm days, so they cherish every moment of every day.

However, neither of them found out that the originally Dark Jade Pendant flashed by suddenly, and then returned to calm and became its original appearance.

The soft murmur in the room continues, and the sound of the wooden window wafts out of the house. The sun outside makes the whole house courtyard bathed with golden yellow. The warm time is still going on. Maybe Zhao Jiuge's heart is as warm as the sun outside the window.

At noon, there was little smoke from the kitchen over the mountain village. In the courtyard, Jiuge skillfully used a knife to dissect the hare, pull out the skin, and bleed blood step by step. After finishing, he cut the meat with a knife. The whole action was completely subconscious, and his eyes were a little dull. Although his grandfather's condition was serious, his condition was not very good, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, he still wanted to let the old man not worry about himself in his time. Let the old people see their strong and independent side.

The smell of rabbit blood stimulates Zhao Jiuge's nerves, as if to smell the smell of death. Thinking of the old man with the lamp dry and the rabbit struggling in pain, Zhao Jiuge suddenly felt a little unbearable.

All of a sudden, a noise came from far to near from the courtyard, which broke the peace of the village at the foot of the mountain. The voice was close. Jiuge heard the footsteps and shouts of a group of people. His face changed. He had forgotten what had happened in the morning because of his grandfather's serious illness. Wang Dazhuang, Wang xiaopang's father, brought someone to find him.

Wang Dazhuang leads Wang xiaopang and his servants into the courtyard. Wang xiaopang's face is covered with liquid medicine. It looks funny. Wang Dazhuang's eyes are sunken, his body is straight and his stomach is fat. Because his angry eyebrows are wrinkled, it gives people a gloomy feeling."Zhao Jiuge, you bastard, have mother's birth but not mother's teaching thing, beat my baby son like this, don't give a statement today, I don't tear down your house, I will be a village head for nothing." Wang Dazhuang, who is nearly 50 years old, is in great pain. He can't bear to fight or scold him. This morning, when he saw his son's face bruised and swollen, he was very anxious and angry. He asked the doctor to wipe the medicine, so he brought his son to seek justice. As soon as they met, they began to scold in spite of three or seven twenty-one.

Zhao Jiuge sighed, gently pursed his mouth, and his face was a little nervous. "It was your little fat who started the fight first and scolded my grandfather. I didn't fight back when he started before. If it wasn't for my grandfather's serious illness, I would not have cleaned him up." Looking at the front yard of a group of people just want to send away early, do not want to disturb the room grandfather. Patiently explained in a soft voice.

"Well, I only saw that my son was beaten like this. I have to teach you a lesson today." Wang Dazhuang yelled bitterly.

"Cough, what's wrong with Jiuge?" Hearing the noise outside, the old man got out of bed on crutches and came out of the room. Jiuge saw that Jiuge immediately stepped forward to support the old man and would listen to what happened in the morning with the old man. The more he didn't want the old man to worry, the more trouble he caused. The old man was seriously ill, and he couldn't help regretting his recklessness in the morning.

After listening to the story, the old man's face was full of apologies, trying to endure the discomfort of his body and panting weakly, "village head Wang, this is my family's nine songs wrong, I asked him to apologize to your little fat, children's playing is not sensible, you adults a lot of this matter, let it go."

Wang Dazhuang said with a sneer, "if you don't want to die, you can either lose money or drive you out of the village by breaking your legs." There was no sympathy for the old man's illness, but he became more furious.

"Well, like father, like son, mouth is the same stink." Jiuge looks at Wang Dazhuang coldly. Originally, he looks at the old man who is weak and has to face a strong smile. In front of Wang Dazhuang, he pleads humbly. Zhao Jiuge is in a bad mood. After hearing Wang Dazhuang's irreverence, his stubborn temper comes up again.

Then he raised his head slightly and raised his eyebrows tightly. "I beat people. You can beat me and scold me. I recognize it, but it has nothing to do with my grandfather." Looking at Zhao Jiuge proud like a little lion, Wang Dazhuang couldn't control his inner anger, "you're a little wild seed with mother's birth and no mother's teaching." Wang Dazhuang said, his face full of fierce light, with a ruthless color, hit Jiuge with a stick.

Jiuge looks at the stick coming from his face. It makes a sharp noise in the air. His face changes slightly and his pupil enlarges. He wants to hide with his young and vigorous posture. However, the old man standing next to him is eager to protect sun. He watches Wang Dazhuang fight against his grandson with a stick. He quickly blocks Jiuge's whole body without hesitation.

"Bang." A dull sound hit the old man's body, the fragile body suddenly fell to the ground, blood splashed in the mouth, eyes slightly closed, watching the breath in and out.

Wang Dazhuang was dumbfounded, and he was a little flustered. After all, killing is not a trivial matter. Although the old man had run out of oil and the lamp was dry, "this This This matter is so compensated, you beat my little fat, I hit your grandfather a stick, this matter does not owe each other, Zhao Jiuge, you hurry to see your grandfather, let's go. " Finish saying facial expression pale, limbs stiff take Wang xiaopang and family servant flurried to go.

"Grandfather..." Zhao Jiuge looked at his grandfather, closed his breath and cried out with grief and indignation. He knelt helplessly beside him, pulling and crying for his grandfather, but no matter how he called, the old man on the ground did not move. As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the courtyard. Zhao Jiuge is weeping gently beside the old man's body. The voice became hoarse and finally disappeared.

Also do not know how long kneeling beside the old man, Zhao Jiuge gradually stopped tears, eyes full of hatred, because the cry voice is hoarse, hands slowly dull dry tears from the corner of his eyes, let the breeze across the face. Calm mood, suddenly a not in line with the age of calm and cold in Zhao Jiuge's face, full of ferocity. Turn back to the room to pack things, back on the body, picked up the hunting knife, holding the body of grandfather, step by step slowly difficult noisy mountain walk.