Tonight, the two brothers were responsible for overturning the boat upstream, and the boat reached the place where the ship should have sunk. The sky was still broken.f↗

This is a deserted beach. According to legend, five hundred years ago, the people of the Gou Wu clan gathered more than 200 strong men on the river bank and fought once. As a result, both sides died together and no man survived.

It is said that the two tribes, who suffered heavy casualties and excessive bleeding, realized that they could not continue to be so willful and began to try to live in peace. Anyway, the stones here were all brown, as if they were stained with blood.

It seems that this matter is not just a legend, because there are stone tablets erected by the government on the shore, and the handwriting on it has long been blurred. In short, because of this story, there has never been a crowd nearby. But because this is a must-pass road for ships, there was a temple a long time ago. With the temple, people who have a night boat will not feel guilty, and the incense in the temple is not bad.

The two brothers looked at the sky. It was still early, and the brother who had given birth first said, "It will take another hour, what are we doing?"

The younger brother said, "Drink."

There was a large gourd rice wine brought on the boat, half a wild goat leg, and a pack of dried beans. My brother got up to prepare wine and food.

The brother said, "No hurry, it's still early, let's go and see the old monk."

There is no place to go here except temples, and it will not be enough for a long time. After the two of you capsized, you got downstream to join in the fun. Their swords were sharpened a few days ago. You can't miss the festival of chopping big fish, only once a year.

The two brothers swam ashore, and the brother said, "The old monk doesn't know if he is here. The last time was three years ago."

The younger brother standing side by side looked at the stars and moon in the sky and couldn't help but let out a long roar: "Good weather!"

It hasn't rained for half a year, and the weather is really good. It is cloudless. The sky is dark blue. The stars are like gems embedded in the universe. It shines brightly. The flowing bells by the water are flying around like lamps guided by immortals. The crickets on the deserted beach are chirping in groups of three or three. The surrounding environment is desolate and vast, giving people a kind of wandering between the gaps between swords, guns, swords and halberds on the ancient battlefield like heroes.

Because of the sound of the cricket, my younger brother remembered that he forgot to carry the flute and said regretfully: "If there is a flute, we can sing."

The brother didn't respond and let go of his steps to run. Suddenly he stopped and listened quietly, and heard the sound of wooden fish on the mountain.

"Go up the mountain to see the monk, and you are still chanting scriptures at this time."

The younger brother did not respond. He didn't want to go up the mountain, he just wanted to wander around nearby. However, when he was following his brother in everything, his brother had already walked up the mountain, so he had to follow him.

The light of the moon shines on the beach, and the other side of the lined stones is beyond the reach of the moonlight. It seems to be hiding from ghosts and monsters. Fireflies fly everywhere in the moonlight, flapping their wings and making a slight buzzing sound. Whenever they fly over their heads, they are like a little fairy riding on the back of the insect. They can often smell a scent of scent.

"Brother, be careful of the snake." The younger brother rushed up a few steps, and the knife on his waist was instantly unsheathed.

"A man is afraid of snakes?" The brother turned a blind eye to the scared poisonous snake lying on the treetops, and still walked forward with dignity.

Halfway up the mountain, the people were about dozens of feet away from the boat. The boat in the moonlight swayed gently on the rippling waves, and the downstream hill at the end of the gaze was also bathed in the moonlight, and a layer of white mist floated on the water surface. There was a flash of fire in the fog, flashing.

The two brothers looked at each other and remembered the old story, "There are two hundred men in our clan dead here, and they are also two hundred dead."

Bang! My brother also pulled out his sheath and cut off the small tree on the side of the road, cutting off many branches. My brother immediately followed suit.

The brother waved the knife and said, "Do you remember what Dad said at the time of his death? Our knife should drink the blood of his enemies. As long as I meet an enemy one day, this knife will definitely drink his blood. But unfortunately, the fireworks of the Chao generation have been gone, and we can't avenge our revenge. I feel so wronged that this treasure knife can only chop fish in the water and pigs on the mountain."

"That's impossible. Brother, go up and I'll urinate."

"Okay, come up quickly."

At that moment, the two brothers climbed to the top of the mountain along the narrow and uneven mountain road. As the distance between them became closer and closer to the mountain temple, the distance between them was getting farther and farther away from the river. Every time they paused and looked back at the foot of the mountain, everything below was like a dream.

Continue to move upwards, sometimes I feel that the sound of Muyu is very close, and sometimes I feel that it is getting farther and farther away. The two brothers randomly slash the swords left and right, and vaguely hear the chanting of scriptures beyond the sound of Muyu.

When I arrived at the gate of the mountain temple, it was quiet. There was a light as light as beans in the small stone house of the mountain god land.

The moonlight shone all over the ground, and there were stone tables and chairs in the open space for people to rest. The monk inside seemed to be unconscious. The sound of wooden fish sounds came from the temple, and the atmosphere was peaceful and clean. My younger brother didn't want to knock on the door.

"Brother, don't argue with others."

He sat directly on the stone bench and placed the knife on the stone table. Suddenly he saw a handful of wild flowers, which should have been picked and scattered there soon.

My younger brother was surprised. This was definitely not something that monks in the temple could do. The young man was very kind and took the flowers up and showed them to his brother.

"Brother, someone is here."

"No wonder." The brother didn't care. "Many young people who chop wood would climb here to burn incense and pray to God, hoping that the Buddha would bless him to win the heart of a woman."

The younger brother observed the bouquet, "I think this is something left by a woman."

The brother laughed and said, "So what about women? These wild flowers are very common and are everywhere."

The younger brother said enviously: "What if it were those beautiful women of the Gou clan?"

"It's almost a joke." The brother shook his head slowly, "It's too dangerous to never come here."

"Anyway, I guess it was left behind by a woman, so I can say that it was left behind by a beauty, so I have to take it back." My younger brother couldn't put it down with the flower.

The brother said speechlessly: "Only children do this kind of thing. Forget it, you are still young, just take it away, but don't worry about it. I will earn money to marry you a good-looking wife."

"Yeah." The younger brother nodded happily. After a while, he suddenly said, "Oh, could the monk hide it?"

He held back at this point and did not dare to desecrate the monks. The sound of wooden fish inside turned sharply, and he seemed very dissatisfied.

The brother danced his sword under the moonlight, making various stinging movements passed down from ancestors. His posture was graceful and his heart was focused. He came and went in the sword wind, and his skills were extraordinary.

This man can be said to be the purest man in the Wu clan, the best hunter and the bravest warrior. The younger brother cherishes and values ​​the mountain osmanthus wild chrysanthemums in his deer-skin pocket and murmured to himself. He has a bit of a poet's melancholy temperament and is not as strong as his brother, so he imagines more and achieves less in his life.

It turns out that according to the customs of this area, if a woman’s leftover flowers are picked up by a strange man, the man can further sing folk songs to the woman and get the woman’s heart, so he is weaving a romantic love story.

My younger brother is a young man who has just turned 18. In fact, he doesn't understand what women are like, just because the colors on women's voice, figure, and clothes become softer. His natural curious desire makes him feel a fanatic about young women. Now that he encounters this bouquet of flowers by chance, the owner naturally becomes his dream idol.

This child usually loves playing the flute and singing. The bright moon and breeze make him excited. He didn't let his brother slap the mountain gate before, for fear of disturbing the monk's homework. At this moment, he couldn't help singing a mountain song.

The songs of Wu from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period are already difficult for the world to understand. They are probably similar to the "Life and Death and Death in the Book of Songs, hold your hand and grow old with you", or "You kind-hearted girl, don't forget to bring a handful of flowers in your dreams, because there are also men who dream in this world. You can give flowers to him in your dreams."

In short, my brother is very talented in writing lyrics. When the breeze blows gently on his face, like a girl's little hand rubbing, he sang intoxicatedly: "The soft wind blows my face. I stand in front of your door and wait for you to open the door. I will not be too late for any day."

Suddenly, the small corner door next to the mountain gate opened. The brother hurriedly put away his knife and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I was disturbed in the middle of the night, huh!"

The one who came out was not the old monk in the temple, but a young man with thin figure, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a solemn and murderous aura.

The two brothers hunted since childhood, and developed a beast-like intuition, and showed a vigilant expression. The bloody smell on this strange man was too strong. Not only did he kill people, but he seemed to have killed many people. His hands were pressed on the hilt of the knife at the same time, and he was about to break out.

However, the man looked very calm and had no defense. He glanced at the knife in his brother's hand, praised the "good knife", and then turned sideways.

Behind him was a shabby monk's robe. Although he was old but energetic, the old monk also looked at the patterns on the sword and scabbard and asked, "Are you a child of the ninth clan?"

The younger brother unexpectedly saw his brother respectfully and said: "Yes, from the Zong generation. How dare you ask who this person?"

The old monk said, "The guests from afar, the general who protects the country, your true hero, have killed thousands of Tartars with his hands."

No wonder, the two brothers knew that the monk's introduction should be true, and out of the admiration of the young people for the heroes, they showed their admiration.

Unexpectedly, the young general said coldly: "I use muskets and cannons to kill the enemy, and I am not a hero. The soldiers who died in battle are heroes."

The old monk smiled and asked the two brothers: "Are you Mr. Jingnan's son?"

The brother said, "Shame! The useless brother insulted the ninth surname Wu clan."

The monk sighed and said, "Mr. Jingnan has passed away for a long time."

The younger brother stood stupidly, not knowing the origin of the family and the old monk. The older brother said, "Yes, the master and my father have known each other for many years."

"Yes, we still, alas!" The old monk remembered something and stopped talking, and carefully looked at the appearance of the two brothers through the moonlight.

The brother said, "I went to the temple with my father four years ago and didn't talk to the master."

"Yes." The old monk nodded, covered his thoughts, and said to the young general with endless praise: "This is a real treasure sword. Come on, give me the sword."

The younger brother hurriedly pulled out his knife and presented it with both hands. He saw the old monk holding the knife in his hand. With a slight wave, a whirlwind suddenly and a cold light filled the air.

My brother tried hard to recall what my father said about the old monk, but the young general was unmoved. No matter how good the martial arts were, there was no place to use it on the battlefield. They fought each other and the art of fighting formation went straight forward. In an instant, either you die or I died.
Chapter completed!