Sword of Coming

There is a well in Xinghua Lane, called the Iron Lock Well. An iron chain as thick as a strong young arm hangs from the well mouth year after year. When did this well have such an iron lock, and who did it? It's a strange thing, and no one knows the truth for a long time. Even the oldest old man in the town can't tell how ugly he is.

It is rumored that there was once a bad guy in the town who tried to test how long the iron chain was. Despite the dissuasion of the old people, there was an old rule passed down from word to mouth that "anyone who pulls the iron chain out of the well will lose one year of his life for every foot that goes out." , the man didn’t take it seriously at all, and after pulling hard on a stick of incense, he pulled out a lot of iron chains, but there was still no sign of the end. The man was exhausted, so he let those who pulled out The iron chain at the mouth of the well was coiled next to the well's windlass. He said he would come back tomorrow, but he just didn't believe it. After the man returned home, he bled from all his orifices that day and died suddenly on the bed. He died with no eyes closed. No matter how hard his family tried, the body could not close its eyes. Finally, an old man who had lived near the well for generations asked the family to carry him. He led the corpse to the well and "helplessly" watched the old man put the iron chains back into the well. When the entire iron chain submerged straight into the deep water at the mouth of the well, the corpse finally closed its eyes.

An old man and a young child walked slowly towards the iron lock well. The little one was a child with two slugs hanging from his nose, but when he told this story, he spoke clearly and methodically, not like a country boy who had only been learning for half a year. Baby, the child was raising his head at this time. His big eyes were like two black grapes. He sniffed slightly, and the two snot snakes retracted. The child looked at the storyteller holding a big white bowl in one hand and pursed his lips. , said: "I've finished talking, it's time for you to show me what's in your bowl, right?"

The old man chuckled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll wait until I sit down by the well and I'll show you enough."

The child "kindly" reminded: "Don't go back on your word, otherwise you will die a good death. You will fall into the iron lock well as soon as you get to it. I won't fish out the body for you then, otherwise there will be a sudden thunder, just in time." I'll chop you into a piece of coke, and then I'll take a stone and break it into pieces bit by bit..."

The old man had a headache listening to the child pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, a long list of vicious and unfavorable words without repetition, and quickly said: "I'll show you, by the way, who did you learn these words from?"

The child said categorically: "Follow my mother!"

The old man sighed with emotion: "He is indeed an outstanding person and a beautiful person."

The child suddenly stopped and frowned: "Are you swearing? I know some people like to say good things in reverse, such as Song Jixin!"

The old man quickly denied it, then changed the subject and asked, "Do strange things often happen in this small town?"

The child nodded.

The old man asked: "Tell me about it."

The child pointed at the old man and said seriously: "For example, you are carrying a big white bowl, but you refuse to let anyone put coins in it. Before you finished telling the story, my mother said that your story was not bad, but it was full of mist. , at first glance, you are used to cheating and deceiving, so you asked me to give you a few pennies. If you don’t want it, what’s in the bowl?”

The old man couldn't laugh or cry.

It turned out that the storyteller who had finished telling the story under the old locust tree asked the child to lead him to Xinghua Lane to see the well. The child was not happy at first, but the old man said that his big white bowl was very particular and that he was very pretentious. rare stuff. The child was born lively and active, and his parents said he forgot to grow a butt when he was reincarnated. He liked to wander around with Liu Xianyang's gang of libertines since he was very young, but in order to catch an eel or a loach, this little fart A child can also be exposed to the sun for half an hour without moving, and his patience is amazing.

So when the old man said what was in the white bowl, the child immediately bit the bait and took the bait.

Even though the old man made a weird request at first, saying that he wanted to try lifting him to see how heavy he was, and wanted to know if he weighed forty pounds, the child nodded and agreed without hesitation. Anyway, he would not be able to lift him a few times. Drop a piece of meat.

But something happened that made the child roll his eyes again and again. The old man was holding the bowl in the palm of his left hand. He used his right hand to lift him five or six times with all his strength, but failed to lift him once. The child finally glanced sideways at the old man. With his thin arms and legs, he shook his head, thinking that even though he was also thin, Chen Ping'an, a poor man, was much stronger than this old man. I just thought that I hadn't seen the scene in the white bowl yet, like a child who was born to wake up early, so I refrained from saying some words that would make the old man unable to get off the stage. You know, in the area of ​​​​Niping Lane and Xinghua Lane, there is no such thing as quarrels and swearing. , especially when it comes to yin and yang, this child can be ranked third, the second is the scholar Song Jixin, and the first is this child's mother.

The old man came to the well, but did not sit on the wellhead.

The ancient well is made of blue bricks.

Invisibly, the old man's breathing became heavy.

The child walked to the well, turned his back to the well mouth, jumped back, and sat on the well mouth with his buttocks.

This scene made the old man break out in cold sweat. If he hadn't been careful, that bastard would have fallen directly. With the historical origin of this ancient well, it would be difficult to collect the body.

The old man slowly took a few steps forward, squinted his eyes, and leaned over to examine the iron lock, one end of which was tied to the bottom of the well's windlass.

"The Feng Shui resort is the best on the continent."

The old man looked around, with mixed feelings, and thought to himself: "I don't know who will end up with this important weapon?"

The old man stretched out his free left hand and stared at the palm of his hand.

The lines on the palms are mottled and complex.

But a new line appeared, slowly extending, like a crack in cracked porcelain.

When a god looks at the palm of his hand, it is like looking at mountains and rivers.

It's just that this old man is only looking at himself at the moment.

The old man frowned and exclaimed: "In just half a day, the situation has already been so bleak, aren't those people the same?"

The child was already standing at the mouth of the well, with one hand on his hip and one finger pointing at the old man, urging loudly: "Will you show me the white bowl or not?!"

The old man said helplessly: "Come down quickly, come down quickly, and I will show you the big white bowl."

The child was doubtful and finally jumped down the wellhead.

The old man hesitated for a moment and said with a solemn expression, "Little kid, we are destined to show you the mystery of this bowl. But after you see it, you are not allowed to mention it to outsiders, not even your mother. , if you can do it, I will let you see it, if you can't, I will be stabbed in the spine by your little kid without even giving you a half-eye."

The child blinked, "Let's get started."

The old man solemnly walked forward to the wellhead. When he lowered his head, he found that the bastard was sitting on the wellhead with his legs spread apart. The old man regretted that he had provoked this lawless little kid.

The old man put aside his distracting thoughts, faced the mouth of the well, grasped the bottom of the large white bowl with his five fingers, and began to tilt his palm slightly, the amplitude was almost undetectable.

The child felt that he had been waiting for a long time, but he did not see any movement in the white bowl above his head, and the old man always maintained that posture.

Just before the child's two slugs were about to reach his mouth, his patience ran out.

I saw a stream of water as thin as a finger pouring out from the white bowl and falling into the depths of the well, making no sound.

If a child grits his teeth, he will be yelled at.

He suddenly closed his mouth, a little surprised. After a while, the child's face changed from shock to confusion. Then, the child became frightened, suddenly came to his senses, jumped down the wellhead, and ran away to his home.

It turned out that the amount that the old man poured into the well with that white bowl had long been more than a large water tank.

But water kept pouring out from the white bowl.

The child felt that he must have seen a ghost during the day.

Liu Xianyang casually broke off a branch that had just sprouted from the side of the road and started practicing his sword. His whole body was spinning like a rolling wheel, not caring about the new boots on his feet, and countless dust was raised on the path.

The tall boy left the town and walked from north to south. As long as he passed the covered bridge built with money from Mr. Song, and then walked three or four miles, he arrived at the blacksmith shop run by the Ruan family and his daughter. Liu Xianyang actually always had a high heart. Although he was arrogant, Master Ruan made the young man fall in admiration with just one sentence, "We are here just to open the furnace and forge swords."

Sword-making is great. When Liu Xianyang thought that he would have a real sword in the future, he couldn't help but get excited. He dropped the branch and started running and shouting, crying and howling.

Liu Xianyang thought about the few boxing frames that Master Ruan had taught him privately, and began to practice them, which turned out to be quite impressive.

The boy and the covered bridge are getting closer and closer.

On the steps at the north end of the covered bridge, four people were sitting, a plump and beautiful woman with a graceful posture, holding a boy in a red robe in her arms. He raised his chin high, like a general who had just won a great victory. At the other end of the steps, sat Next to a tall old man with frost-covered hair, the old man was whispering comfort to an angry little girl. She was carved like the most exquisite porcelain doll in the world. Her tender skin was crystal clear under the sunlight. So that you can clearly see the veins under the skin.

The two children had just finished their quarrel. The little girl was about to cry, and the little boy was getting more and more proud.

The old man was as tall as a hill. The woman next to him cast an apologetic look, but the majestic old man turned a blind eye.

At the bottom of the steps, there was a young man named Lu standing. He was the eldest grandson of the head of the Lu family, his name was Lu Zhengchun. Perhaps the soil and water could really raise a person. People who were born and raised in a small town would always have a skinny appearance. Men and women are better than elsewhere. However, Lu Zhengchun had long been drained by drinking and sex, and he was even more unsightly in the eyes of the four people sitting on the steps. The Lu family owns the largest number of dragon kilns in the town, both in terms of number and scale. It is also the surname with the most children of the family leaving the town and branching out to other places. However, Lu Zhengchun, who used to be very powerful in the small town, looked reserved and pale, and his whole body tensed up, as if if he made the slightest mistake, his home would be ransacked and executed.

The boy said something that the people in the town couldn't understand, "Mom, this little bug named Liu is really the ancestor..."

When he was about to say his name, the woman immediately covered the child's mouth and said, "Before going out, your father has told you so many times that you should not name anyone easily here."

The boy opened the woman's hand, his eyes were hot, and he asked in a low voice: "Is it true that his family has passed down the treasure armor and sword scripture from generation to generation?"

The woman patted the youngest son's head lovingly and said softly: "Ms. Lu guarantees with half of the tribe's genealogy that the two things are still hidden in the boy's home."

The boy suddenly said coquettishly: "Mother, mother, can we exchange treasures with the Xiaobai family? The armor we planned is really ugly. Mother, think about it, if it were replaced by that sword scripture, it would be Being able to take out a head with a flying sword in a dream without anyone noticing, isn't it much more powerful than a turtle shell?"

Before the woman could explain the origin, the girl next door had already said angrily: "You want to get your hands on our long-lost treasure? This time we are here to return it to its original owner. It’s not like some shameless guys who are robbers, thieves, or even beggars!”

The boy turned around and made a face, then sneered: "You said it yourself, bitch, it's the treasure of the mountain. It's just the seniority of the mountain. Isn't it amazing?"

The boy suddenly changed his face and smiled. After standing up from the woman's arms, he looked down at the little girl with pity in his eyes, as if a school teacher was scolding a childish boy. If you don’t understand the truth, how will you inherit the family business and abide by the ancestral precepts in the future? You, the descendants of Zhengyang Mountain, must raise the height of Zhengyang Mountain by at least one hundred feet every thirty years. You stinky girl, do you think that from you? From grandpa to your dad, it’s easy, isn’t it?”

The little girl lost some momentum, looked sluggish, hung her head, and did not dare to look at the boy.

The burly old man with a frost-covered head said in a deep voice: "Madam, although a child's words are unbridled, if it makes my young master's Taoist heart fall into dust, you must weigh the consequences yourself."

The woman smiled charmingly, pulled the gloomy-faced son back into her arms, and said, "The children are just quarreling and bickering. Why should Senior Yuan get into trouble like this? Don't ruin the thousand-year friendship between our two families."

Unexpectedly, the old man had such a strong temper that he directly retorted, "I, Zhengyang Mountain, have been here for 2,600 years. I have always repaid kindness, even though I have never forgotten it for thousands of years, and I have never paid vengeance overnight!"

The woman smiled and did not argue.

In this trip to the small town, everyone has a heavy responsibility, especially her, who is risking her life, her son's future, and her family's heritage.

Although this woman was dressed in simple clothes, she looked graceful and graceful. However, the people in the small town had never seen the world and did not know the secret behind it.

From beginning to end, Lu Zhengchun always had his back to the steps of the covered bridge.

I saw these distinguished guests for the first time in the Lu family's mansion. My younger brother was just young and energetic and lacked determination. He temporarily forgot his grandfather's warning and couldn't help but take a peek at the beautiful woman's breasts. The grandfather, who was trembling with anger, was dragged down and killed with a stick in the courtyard. It was as if his mouth was stuffed with cotton during the execution. Therefore, Lu Zhengchun, who continued to accompany his grandfather to discuss matters in the lobby, could not hear his brother's misery. Wailing, there is no bloody scene. After the discussion was over, and they went out together to look for the young man named Liu, Lu Zhengchun stepped out of the lobby and found that the blood stains in the courtyard had already been cleaned away. The four guests who came from afar, even the little children who looked like golden boys and girls, had no problem with this, as if this was a matter of course.

At that moment, Lu Zhengchun was a little confused.

Why is the death of a human being worse than the death of a dog?

What's more, that man's surname was Lu. Late the night before, when he and his brother were drinking to strengthen their courage, they were extremely excited. They said that they would become prosperous and shine in the future. The two brothers would no longer be frogs in the well, but would work together to create a world outside. .

Until he walked out of the Lu family's mansion, Lu Zhengchun's mind was still blank.

After that, Lu Zhengchun began to feel fear. When strangers and nobles asked questions, his voice would tremble, and when he led the way, his steps would be erratic. He knew that he would make people laugh, and would disappoint his grandfather. The family was humiliated, but the young man couldn't control his fear, as if coldness was oozing from his bones.

At the end of last year, my grandfather took the brothers into a secret room and told them the news. The Lu family would soon be working for some noble people. It was a great blessing. They had to be careful. If it was done, the Lu family would Turning the reward into a stepping stone to cultivate the two brothers, as long as the noble man is willing to nod, then in the future, a bright road will appear at the feet of the two brothers, and they will rise to the top, and finally obtain unimaginable glory and wealth. At that time, he understood why he and his brother needed to learn so many weird dialects from an early age.

Lu Zhengchun looked at Liu Xianyang who was getting closer and closer to the covered bridge. He suddenly began to hate this person extremely. This pauper who had been blocked in the alley by his own people was lying on the ground like a dead dog. If it weren't for some little bastard He ran to the alley and shouted for death. He and a few of his buddies had already agreed to take off their pants and rain down on the ignorant young man on the ground. Until now, Lu Zhengchun still didn't understand why these high-ranking nobles looked at Liu Xianyang with admiration. As for their so-called treasure armor, sword scripture, Zhengyang Mountain, the Avenue of Immortality, and fighting for opportunities and luck, etc., Lu Zhengchun seemed to understand everything, but in fact he couldn't.

But Lu Zhengchun was certain of one thing, that is, he extremely hoped that Liu Xianyang would die here.

As for the real reason, Lu Zhengchun did not dare to admit it, nor did he want to think deeply.

Deep down in his heart, Lu Zhengchun absolutely did not want Liu Xianyang, who was as humble as a dog, to see himself, the eldest son of the Lu family, reduced to a bird like Liu Xianyang.

There is no greater shame or humiliation than this.

The beautiful woman looked at that one and murmured: "Here he comes."

The tall boy was punching all the way, and then he was punching fast and violently, faster and faster, so that the boy's body was wrapped up in the punches and he staggered a little.

In the eyes of experts, the rudimentary boxing intention already reveals a hint of Dacheng style that combines strength and softness.

On the way to martial arts boxing, there is an introductory saying: Without the true meaning of boxing, a layman of a hundred years. Once you realize the true meaning of boxing, you can fight ghosts and gods for ten years.

The beautiful woman was relieved. As expected, this young man named Liu was the person they were looking for. He was indeed very talented. Even in their fairy mansions, his basic qualifications should not be underestimated.

Of course, in the vast world of beautiful women and burly white-haired old men, it is this kind of people who are the most numerous.

The beautiful woman stood up and told Lu Zhengchun who was at the bottom of the steps: "Go tell that young man and ask him what he wants before he is willing to take out these two family heirlooms: armor and books."

When Lu Zhengchun turned around, he already bowed his head and replied in a certain dialect that the people in the small town would definitely listen to. "Yes, madam."

The woman said calmly: "Remember, when you talk to that young man, you must be pleasant and careful."

The boy stretched out his finger, condescendingly, and said sternly: "If you mess up something big, I will skin you and cramp you, and then refine your soul into a wick. I will make your life worse than death every moment until the lamp goes out!"

Lu Zhengchun was so frightened that he trembled, bent down even more, and said in fear: "A villain will never mess up!"

The little girl finally felt that she had regained some ground, and sneered: "In front of these ordinary people, she is quite majestic. I don't know who was on the way here, but she was called a bastard by her colleagues in front of her, and she didn't dare to fight back."

The burly old man actually had a very bad impression of the snobbish mother and son from the beginning, so he added, "The lady said something wrong. She clearly didn't dare to fight back."

The boy in a bright red robe gritted his teeth and stared at the girl with a gloomy expression, but he didn't say anything harsh. In the end, he smiled brightly.

The woman's eyes were always on the road ahead, and her face was calm and calm. As for whether she had a grudge in her heart, God knows.

The little girl snorted coldly, ran down the steps, squatted by the stream, and looked down at the fish swimming in the water.

Occasionally, groups of carp swam past her sight, varying in number, both red and green.

When chatting under the old locust tree, some elderly people in the small town often said that when they passed the covered bridge during thunderstorms, they had seen a golden carp swimming under the bridge.

However, some old people said that the carp with golden scales was no bigger than the length of a hand. Others said that the strange carp was very big, at least half the length of a human being. It was almost a sperm.

There were many different opinions and the old people were arguing about it, so that no one among the children who listened to the story wanted to take it seriously.

At this time, the little girl stared at the crystal clear stream, holding her chin in her hands, staring intently.

The white-haired old man squatted beside her and chuckled: "Miss, if the Lu family hadn't lied, this great opportunity would have fallen into someone else's pocket."

The little girl turned her head and grinned: "Grandpa Ape, maybe there are two of them!"

Then she showed the funny sight of missing one of her front teeth.

The little girl quickly realized this and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

The old man held back his smile and explained: "The dragons who have not yet crossed the river are very particular about dividing their territory and do not allow similar people to get close. So..."

The little girl said oh, turned her head again, held her chin in her hands in a daze, and murmured: "What if."

The old man, who had always been kind to the little girl, showed the look of a majestic elder for the first time. He stretched out his hand and gently pressed the girl's head, and said in a deep voice: "Miss, remember, the word 'just in case' is really for our generation." The number one mortal enemy, you must not take any chances! Miss, although you are a golden person..."

The little girl took out one hand, waved it vigorously, and complained Jiaohan: "I know, I know, Grandpa Ape, my ears are going to get calluses."

The old man said: "Miss, I'm going to keep an eye on what's going on over there. Although the other party is our ally on the Zhengyang Mountain stage, the character and conduct of that family, oh, I might as well not mention it, so as not to dirty the ears of the lady. .”

She just waved people away.

He had no choice but to leave.

This burly old man, who looked like a domestic slave, had his hands hanging on his knees. When he walked, his back was slightly hunched, as if he was carrying a heavy load.

The girl on the shore suddenly rubbed her eyes vigorously.

She discovered that the water level in the creek had clearly begun to slowly rise, visible to the naked eye!

If outside a small town, such as in Zhengyang Mountain, or anywhere in her hometown, she would not be surprised at all even if the entire stream dried up in an instant.

The little girl wondered: "Isn't it said that all mystical arts, magical powers and Taoism are naturally banned here? And the more advanced the cultivation level, the more severe the backlash? Grandpa Ape said that even the legendary person, in I have been here for a long time, and now I am almost in the same difficult situation as the Ni Bodhisattva crossing the river. It is difficult to really stop anyone from fighting for it..."

She finally shook her head, too lazy to think about the puzzle any more.

The little girl turned her head and looked at the tall back of Grandpa Ape.

She thought happily that after the ban was completely lifted here, she would ask Grandpa Yuan to move the peak named Piyun Mountain.

After taking it back to her hometown, she used it as her little flower garden.