"No, I'm going home on Sundays, pick up your fart. "Just kidding, I don't want to stay in the mountains all day long, and the way up the mountain into the bamboo forest, only me and the old man Jiang will walk, my family is here, we have to pick up people, fortunately in the open mountains, shouting can definitely be heard."

"Go home and live? Sanwa'er, have you completed the task your master gave you this week? Can you go home? "Crispy Meat looks unwilling, damn, what kind of brother do you say this is? For the sake of food, I would rather suffer than I am!

But as soon as I talked about it, I was 'decadent' again, I really hadn't completed my task this week, and I couldn't go home, so I had to wait for my family to come and see me.

Old man Jiang, an 'old liar', used to say that he could go home and live on weekends, but now he has come up with a task, and he can't go home if he can't complete it

As I spoke, I said goodbye to him and began to walk up the hill with a 'heavy' heart.

Speaking of which, the place where the old man Jiang lives is not far from the village, I am familiar with walking again, and in about half an hour, I returned to the hut on the mountain, and I walked all the way without blushing or panting.

"Coming back?" Old man Jiang smiled, held his purple clay pot, and took a sip of tea, so careless.

"I'm back." Corresponding to this is my weakness.

"It's just right, I'm hungry for the teacher, wait for you to make a fire and cook, this time, the winter bamboo shoots of this bamboo forest are just right, you go get some, and we will fry a tender bamboo shoot to eat at night." In addition, there is a piece of hare meat left yesterday, and I will put it in the "old man Jiang ordered in a loud voice.

"Master, I still have to do my homework." Actually, protests are ineffective, but I just want to protest.

"Do your homework and cook, remember to use the blowing method I taught when you make a fire, and use the 'wrist movement method' I taught you when cooking, you have to dare to be lazy, practice the monkey shape for Lao Tzu tonight, no, it's an ape shape." Old man Jiang snorted angrily, as if he had just suffered a great grievance.

It was night, a round of cold moonlight shone on the open space in front of the small building of the bamboo building, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, except for the occasional cry or two of unknown animals.

Winter nights are always windy and very cold, but I still sweat in a single shirt and pants.

'Bang' Another apple core was accurately fixed on me, and I gasped for white breath and yelled with some dissatisfaction: "Master, you threw me eight times tonight." ”

"It's useless to throw you eighty times, I've told you how many times, the five birds in the middle of the play is not only to practice its shape, but to cooperate with the correct breathing method, pay attention to the flow of a breath in the cohesion and not disperse, so as to achieve the effect of health and fitness. Just like a martial artist practicing martial arts, he also pays attention to the inner qi but does not reveal it, and once the qi is dispersed, the strength is also dispersed. You're also gasping for air, are you playing monkey? I'm still tired of picking chickens. "Old man Jiang was originally sitting on the corridor in front of the bamboo building and watching me practice boxing, but when I retorted, he was angry, and jumped in front of me as he spoke.

"I have to do movements, and I have to do such strange breathing movements, what three long and one short, what exhale, drink and cooperate, and what mouth and nose exchange breathing. Master, isn't this a breath? I wiped my sweat and squatted on the ground.

I'm so tired, cooking, doing homework, copying the "Tao Te Ching" that I didn't finish in the morning, it's over, I have to practice this a few times, even if the iron body can't stand it.

Old man Jiang wanted to say something, but when he saw me yawn, he still didn't speak.

There was silence for a while, and the old man Jiang didn't know where to find a dirty handkerchief and threw it to me; "Wipe your sweat, come in and drink soup, take a bath."

"And soup?" I never thought I'd be treated like this.

"Oh, if you don't practice boxing, even if you don't make up for those who practice martial arts, your body will be lost before you are fifty years old, let alone a cultivator! Cultivators pay more attention to the way of health preservation, and the body does not absorb nutrients, so what is the use of practicing qi and body? Unless it's at a higher level, though, that's legend. Old man Jiang said a few words very seriously, then pulled me up and took me to the kitchen.

The so-called kitchen is just a part of the back corridor of the small bamboo building, with a shed on top and a few very simple small stoves below.

At this time, a clay pot was placed on one of the small stoves, and the clay pot was steaming, and there was an inexplicable aroma wafting through the air.

It was a light smell of meat mixed with a smell of medicine, which made me swallow saliva after being tired for half a night and already hungry.

"Look at you like that." The old man Jiang looked funny, and couldn't help but say a sentence of the old Beijing dialect in the middle, since he went up the mountain, the old man Jiang began to teach me Mandarin, and the daily conversation was often exchanged between Sichuan and Beijing dialect.

He said to me: "In the future, you will have to go south and north, it is always good to know the official language, and you will have to learn some dialects in various places in the future." ”

Old man Jiang is rare and loving, and I am happy to enjoy it, looking at the fragrant crockpot, I just smirk.

"It's cheap for you kid, who called you my apprentice, otherwise I wouldn't take out these treasures, this is a little bit of food, a little less, I can't care about you 15 years old, I have to think of a way." Old man Jiang unveiled the crockpot, and a more intense aroma came to his face.

I was so hungry that even my stomach was 'gurgling', so I didn't listen carefully to Old Man Jiang's words, but just asked, "Master, don't you drink?" ”

"It's useless for me to drink, it's wasted! Some things are fixed in numerology" Old Man Jiang's tone suddenly became a little sad, which inexplicably made me sad.

I can't tell why, as soon as Old Man Jiang said this, my heart was panicked.

But in the next moment, Old Man Jiang glared at him and yelled, "Why don't you go and get the bowl?" Do you want me to fall? ”

I hurriedly went to get a bowl, and the old man Jiang cherished the soup in the crockpot and gave me a full bowl.

Under the oil lamp, I saw that the soup was slightly blackened, but I couldn't hide the clear and lovely appearance, the meat I recognized as bird meat, I don't know what the bird was, there were some medicinal residues in the soup, I didn't know what it was.

"This meat is wild pigeon meat, eat it quickly, you can even swallow it with your tongue, the recipe for this soup is still the second brother" Old man Jiang closed his mouth as he spoke, and his expression became very strange.

I didn't care about the heat, so I took a sip of the soup, and it was really delicious, but I was still very curious when I heard the second brother, my master still has the second brother?

"Who is the second brother?"

"What second brother, I'm still your second uncle." Old man Jiang's eyes widened and he roared: "Give me all this pot of soup to drink, and after eating the meat, I'll go to boil the fragrant soup, and you will help boil the water after you finish eating!" You dare not wash the dishes, hum"!

At that time, I think it is the happiest thing in life, I will never forget that scene, I was soaking in the big bathtub, playing with water from time to time, and the old man Jiang was smoking a tube of dry tobacco next to me.

Old man Jiang rarely smokes dry tobacco, that is, I smoke a tube when I make fragrant soup, usually very occasionally, because before soaking in the soup, I often take medicinal food, so as long as it is fragrant soup, I will fall asleep ten times, the result is that the old man Jiang picked it up, wiped two handfuls indiscriminately, and then threw it on the bed.

Every night, I look forward to that moment the most, such a warm moment after a tiring and fulfilling day.

In the blink of an eye, another year, I turned 9 years old, promoted to the third grade of elementary school, and stayed in the mountains for a year and a half.

In the past year and a half, I didn't learn the 'mysterious' ability of Old Man Jiang, and I learned a lot of other miscellaneous things in my eyes, such as reciting the Tao Te Ching, such as Wufowl Opera, such as Tai Chi and so on.

It was another normal winter morning, and I got up from bed at 5 o'clock as usual, washed up, and came to the corridor of the bamboo building.

Facing the empty and quiet bamboo forest, I took a deep breath and began to knock my teeth, which is a must-do homework in the morning.

When the tongue touches the palate, the left tooth buckles, and when it reaches the right tooth, it is changed to percussion, and so on and so on thirty-six times, and then it is over.

Then, I began to stir the gums up and down with my tongue, until my mouth was full of Jin, and then swallowed in three mouthfuls, every time I swallowed, there was a muffled thunderous sound, of course, I was very hard when I swallowed, the old man Jiang said that I had to swallow the liquid to the dantian, and when I couldn't do it at first, I could try to imagine that it was flowing into the dantian.

After doing this trivial tooth and tongue work, I rubbed my hands together vigorously, and while the palms of my hands were still hot, I completely covered my ears, hugged the back of my head with ten fingers, and then pressed my middle finger with my index finger, and flicked the tip of my index finger on the back bone of my head fifty times each.

Of course, Old Man Jiang said a few acupuncture points, but most of them are on the back of the head, and the effect is almost the same, and I can be lazy and lazy.

These kung fu are very troublesome, but I can't run away every morning and have to do it, sometimes I think about perfunctory things, every time this happens, the old man Jiang will appear behind me coldly, and the next thing is definitely punishment.

After doing this, I would go to the kitchen to boil water and wash rice, and then wake up the old man Jiang, he said, as I have more and more 'homework' this morning, as long as I burn the water, the rice is washed, and the next breakfast will be made by him.

After waking up the old man Jiang, I would jog around the bamboo forest three times, then stop in the small pool, and start to practice the sixteen ingots of gold.

However, the old man Jiang said that this mantra has many benefits, especially for the body, so that I must stick to it.

After all this, it was almost six o'clock in the morning, and the school started at eight o'clock, and I had to leave an hour and a half to walk, which was not enough time before, but now I found that my pace was getting brisker and brisker, and I could walk to school in an hour and a half.

Six o'clock is the time to eat, before eating, old man Jiang often plays ten minutes of tai chi with me, of course, his movements are mellow and wishful, there is a natural rhyme in it, and I use old man Jiang's words is: "An empty shelf, no rhyme, let alone momentum." ”

Today's breakfast is very rich, in addition to the thick gruel cooked on weekdays, 2 boiled eggs, 2 side dishes, there are even steaming buns, you must know that it is steamed buns on weekdays.

"What do you see? You were already asleep when I made the bun stuffing last night, and if it weren't for your birthday, I wouldn't have eaten this bun. Old man Jiang scolded me twice, but stuffed the bun into my hand.

I was shocked, and then I remembered that today is my birthday, and I am nine years old.

"Master, do you remember my birthday?" I took a bite of the bun and said in my heart that I was not moved, it was fake.

"Why don't you remember, the other birthdays are fine, your baby should celebrate when he is over nine, come back early today, send you something, and when you turn ten, I should give you some words." Old man Jiang said, but he didn't explain to me why I should celebrate when I passed nine.

I snorted and drank porridge, and promised with a mouthful of promises, and I didn't know what Old Man Jiang was going to send me.