"Xiaoshan, don't patronize and play, chop some halberds for me. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" A good-looking woman in her early thirties shouted to a half-sized boy playing in the yard.

At this time, she was standing by the door of the grass hut with a fence in her hand, although she was wearing the coarse cloth clothes often worn by people in the northeastern mountains, she could not hide her graceful posture.

"Hey, got it, mother." The teenage boy said yes crisply, pinned a slingshot to his waist, and ran to the corner of the yard, where there was a large pile of wooden halberds that had been cut into sections.

But seeing that he was holding an iron axe in one hand, and throwing a piece of halberd to the ground with the other, at the moment when the halberd was perpendicular to the ground, the axe arrived, and there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the halberd with thick forearms was divided into two halves and swirled to both sides and turned out, and the two halves that were separated were split at the moment when they were perpendicular to the ground, and the halberd changed from two to four in the crisp sound, and it turned out that the young man's left hand had an extra axe. Immediately afterwards, I heard the crisp sound of crackling, and the two axes in the young man's hands slashed to the ground like lightning, and the four halberds were actually split into eight pieces!

"Xiaoshan, naughty again, can you chop chopsticks, can you carry the burn?" The woman poked her head out of the room and shouted at the boy.

The boy stuck out his tongue, put down the axe in his left hand, picked up another piece of halberd, and chopped it seriously.

In the house, the woman said while scooping up the vegetables cooking in the iron pot with a fence: "Brother Yuan, you still said that you don't let Xiaoshan practice martial arts, but now it looks no different from practicing martial arts. ”

"I didn't teach him specifically, I just taught him some basic things to strengthen his body, but I didn't expect this kid to have such a talent in martial arts, much stronger than me when I was young."

The man who answered was in his thirties, with a proud and helpless expression, with a resolute and angular face and black stubble, and was sitting in a corner of the room weaving a basket with a basket.

"Alas, it's a bit blind if you don't teach martial arts." He continued.

"Didn't you say you weren't going to teach him martial arts?" The woman asked in surprise as she put the vegetables in a wooden basin with cold water.

"Alas, let's take a look after a while, I was determined not to teach him, but now that I see him with such a foundation, my heart is still alive." The man shook his head and said, then began to weave the basket in his hand again.

This is a family of three living in the mountainous areas of northern Heilongjiang.

The man's name is Huo Yuan, a native of Hebei, who has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and later entered the Beiyang Army, and was recognized as a rare young general in Feng Yuxiang's department of the Beiyang Army at that time.

The woman's name is Song Zijun, but she is the daughter of a large family in Jinling, Jiangnan, with both talent and appearance, and ingenuity.

After the two met, they fell in love with each other inseparably, but the Song family thought that Huo Yuan's family was shallow and did not agree to this marriage. Huo Yuan was tired of killing on the battlefield, and Song Zijun actually regarded wealth and glory as floating clouds, when he found out that Huo Yuan was the person he could entrust for life, he actually left a book at home and eloped with Huo Yuan after leaving their respective living environments.

Huo Yuan relied on his skills to hunt and collect medicine in the mountains every day, while Song Zijun planted a small vegetable garden at home.

It is far away from the world, and there are 100 miles of mountain roads from the nearest county seat, and it is a small mountain village with only more than 40 households, the people are simple, the neighbors are harmonious, although the materials are scarce, and the life is poor, but the life is plain and fulfilling.

Soon Song Zijun gave birth to a son, Huo Yuan's life is ordinary now, and he doesn't want his son to be rich and noble, and he doesn't want him to enter the killing battlefield between life and death like he did when he was young, so he gave him an extremely ordinary name "Xiaoshan", hoping that his life can be as ordinary as his name, and he doesn't need to do anything great, as long as he can be safe, healthy and healthy.

It is said that this Huo Xiaoshan gradually revealed the difference from other children as he grew up, as if he had inherited the respective advantages of his parents, his physique was as strong as his father's mind, and he was as clever as a mother.

Take this Northeast splitting method as an example, Huo Xiaoshan has no teacher, and the splitting method can't be done by children or adults.

In the Northeast, a short piece of wood of about one foot is held upright on the ground with one hand, and split with an axe with the other hand for fire.

Anyone can do it with an axe to split two halves, but if you can hold an axe in each hand, and then split it into four halves before the two halves of the wood are split to the ground, basically no one can do it, and if you can do the four halves of the wood without using your hand to support it directly at the moment when it bounces up and falls, it is absolutely impossible for people to be able to use the axe with one heart, and each hold an axe to take care of different wooden halves.

At the same time, it is necessary to have fast eyes and hands, strength, speed and feel to reach an excellent state, and control the wood to spiral and rise, and it must fall vertically without being out of the range of the arm in front of it, and at the same time shoot like electricity, so that it can be split with two axes at the moment when the four pieces of wood have not fallen.

When Huo Xiaoshan split half a child, he just wanted to save trouble and didn't always have to take the wood from his waist, and after a little experiment, he was addicted to splitting, the first time he split wood was when he was seven years old, and half a year later, he was able to split two to four with an axe in both hands, and even when he was ten years old this year, he was able to split four to eight!

When Huo Yuan inadvertently saw that his son could do this, he was deeply shocked, knowing that if his son practiced martial arts, he would be a genius, but when he first had Xiaoshan, his wife Song Zijun, who believed in Buddhism, discussed with him that he would not let his son embark on the road of killing, and he would live a secluded life wholeheartedly, which made Huo Yuanqiang put down his excited heart.

Huo Xiaoshan's surprise is not just a splitting pupon, other children can always play with "flowers" in his hands when they play very ordinary things.

Because Huo Yuan and Song Zijun came from the south, it was a variety of coincidences to settle in the land of Heilongjiang, because the living habits in the first few years were different from those of the northerners, so the people in the village originally called Huo Yuan the Southern Barbarian.

However, the people in the village call Huo Yuan this way is just for verbal fun, but the people of the Northeast are very warm-hearted and helpful in things, China has its own public opinion on the boundary between the south and the north in geography, but I don't know that in the eyes of many people in the three eastern provinces, it is all south when they enter Shanhaiguan, of course, this is a digression.

Huo Yuan traveled south and north to see a wide range of things, and he laughed when he heard others call him a southern barbarian, but he felt that the people here were not very scheming, and they were very easy to get along with. Huo Xiaoshan didn't like others to call his father Nanbanzi, and he didn't like other children to call him Xiao Nanban naturally. However, this title that he didn't like lasted long, just because Huo Xiaoshan's outstanding play immediately made his companions shut their mouths.

Pugalaha was a game often played by Northeast people at that time, especially the favorite of the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law.

Galaha is a rectangular bone connected to the thigh leg bone in the middle of the hind legs of pigs, sheep, and roe deer, which is more than an inch long, and the four sides are called backs, pits, donkeys, and anvils.

In the long winter in the northeast, the cold wind howls outside, the snowflakes fly, and the sky and the earth are vast. And the girls will sit on the hot kang in groups of three or five, and pinch galaha.

Of course, the rules of the game are different, but most of them put four or five galaha on the kang surface, throw the small bag with sand or grains in the hand into the air, and throw the pocket up and down the time when it catches it, or use your hands to grab the halaha, or use your fingers to move the designated halaha to the required surface (or back, or pit, or donkey, or anvil) facing up, and you have to admit defeat when you encounter other gala.

This is tantamount to a kind of refining of eye and hand ability, and only those who are quick can win.

Huo Xiaoshan was seven years old at the time, and he was curious when he saw the girls playing, so he wanted to try it, and unexpectedly won the 14th and 15th year girls in the village.

Because he shot quickly, he looked at his companion with a smile in his eyes, but when he spoke, he shot like lightning, and there was no error, and he seemed extremely relaxed.

Later, he felt that he was not satisfied, so he simply asked for three pockets, like juggling, and the three pockets were thrown in the air in turn, and he was able to accurately play with the back, pit, donkey, and anvil in the very short time difference between the pockets.

His performance at that time made all the children envious.

The matter reached Huo Yuan's ears, and Huo Yuan asked Huo Xiaoshan to perform again.

Huo Yuan looked at his son's swift but naturally coordinated movements like a cloud of peers, and felt a great shock in his heart, because he was born in martial arts, and his son's shooting frequency exceeded that of ordinary people, of course he understood what this meant on the battlefield.

Just imagine, when someone else stabs a shot, you can stab two shots, and before the others can react, you have already made a shooting action and pulled the trigger, which is scary to think about. He understood that his son was definitely a good embryo who was born to practice martial arts, but because he had already promised Song Zijun that he would no longer kill on the battlefield, he forcibly suppressed the idea of teaching Huo Xiaoshan to practice martial arts.

Huo Yuan's family has a set of nine rings, which was originally Song Zijun's plaything, because he loved to play since he was a child, and he brought it after marrying Huo Yuan.

This set of nine rings is made of metal wire of unknown material, and has nine small circular rings, which are connected to a sword-shaped frame.

Its gameplay is to untie all the nine rings or put them all on.

The solution of these nine rings is extremely cumbersome, even the correct solution requires 81 times up and down to fit the nine rings into one column, and if it is solved, it takes 256 times to untie all nine rings.

Song Zijun has been talented since he was a child, and he regards these nine rings as a kind of plaything in the boudoir.

And after Huo Xiaoshan became sensible, he saw that Xiaoshan was naughty, in this deep mountain, he was afraid that he would encounter all kinds of beasts, so he taught Xiaoshan to play nine consecutive rings, not only wanting to sharpen his temperament since he was a child, but also wanting to tie him to his home, so he only taught him the first method of entry.

Unexpectedly, after Huo Xiaoshan learned the method of getting started, he just held the nine links and thought about it, and it only took one morning to dismantle the nine links one by one. Now that he has found the door, he soon used another meal to reassemble the nine links together. Then, under the greeting of his little friend, he threw down the nine rings in his hand, and ran outside to play, leaving Song Zijun, who was dumbfounded, looking at the nine rings thrown on the kang.