There is a water well in Xinghua Lane called Tiexujing. It is an iron chain as thick as a green and strong arm. Year after year, hanging in the wellhead. When did this water well have this iron lock? Who did this boring and strange thing? No one knows the truth. Even the oldest old man in the town cannot tell the story of his ugliness.

There was a rumor that there were people in the town who tried to test how long the iron chain was. Regardless of the dissuasion of the elderly, the man did not take this word of mouth to "those who pull the iron lock out of the wellhead, every foot of the iron limit will be reduced to one year's life." The man did not take this old rule seriously. After pulling a stick of incense, he pulled out a large number of iron chains, but there was still no sign of the end. The man was exhausted and allowed the iron chains that pulled out of the wellhead to bend beside the wheels of the well, saying that it would be tomorrow.

When he came, he didn't believe in this evil. After this man returned home, he bleeded in his seven orifices that day, and died suddenly on the bed, and he died with his eyes open. No matter how hard his family tried, the body could not close his eyes. Finally, an old man who lived near the well for generations, asked the family to carry the body to the next to the well, and watched the old man put the iron chains back into the well. When the whole iron chain was sank into the deep water at the well, the body finally closed its eyes.

The old and the young slowly walked towards the iron-locked well. The little guy was a child with two slugs hanging on them. But when he talked about this story, his mouth was clear and orderly, and he didn't look like a rural baby who had only been in school for half a year. At this time, the child was tilting his head, his big eyes were like two black grapes, and he sniffed gently. The two slug snakes retracted. The child looked at the storyteller who held a big white bowl with one hand and said, "I'm done, you should show me what is in your bowl, right?"

The old man smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, wait until you sit down by the well and show you enough."

The child reminded him "kindness": "Don't go back on his word, otherwise you will die a good death. As soon as he arrived at the iron lock well, I will fall into it all the way. I won't catch you in the body at that time, or I will suddenly hit a thunder, just breaking you into a piece of coke. At that time, I will take a stone and smash it bit by bit..."

The old man was really troubled by listening to the child pouring beans on bamboo tubes and a bunch of vicious and unlucky words without repetitions, and quickly said, "It must be shown to you. By the way, who did you learn these words from?"

The child insisted on the railway track: "Follow my mother!"

The old man sighed: "It is worthy of being a brilliant person and a beautiful place."

The child suddenly stopped and frowned and said, "Don't you scold me? I know some people like to say good things in the opposite direction, such as Song Jixin!"

The old man quickly denied it, then changed the subject and asked: "Does there often happen in the town?"

The child nodded.

The old man asked, "Tell me, let me see."

The child pointed to the old man and said seriously: "For example, if you carry a big white bowl and refuse to let someone put copper coins in. Before you finished the story, my mother said that you were not bad and was confused. It was obvious that you were used to cheating, so I asked me to give you a few cents, you don't want it. What exactly is there in the bowl?"

The old man was amused and crying.

It turned out that it was the storyteller who had finished telling the story under the old locust tree. He asked the child to lead him to Xinghua Lane to see the well. The child was not happy at first. The old man said that his big white bowl was very particular and contained a rare thing. The child was very active and was told by his parents that he forgot to grow his butt when he was reincarnated. He liked to follow Liu Xianyang's group of sluts around at a young age, but in order to catch an eel or loach, the little kid could also be exposed to the sun for half an hour, motionless and amazingly patient.

So when the old man said something was in the white bowl, the child immediately bit the bait and took it to the hook.

Even though the old man made a strange request at the beginning, he said he wanted to try to mention him and see how heavy he was. If he wanted to know if he weighed forty pounds, the child nodded without hesitation. Anyway, he would not lose a piece of meat if he raised it a few times.

But the child rolled his eyes again and again. The old man holding the bowl in his left palm lifted him five or six times with his right hand, but he couldn't lift him up successfully. The child finally glanced at the old man's thin arms and legs, shook his head, thinking that Chen Ping'an's pauper was much more powerful than the old man. He just thought that before he saw the scene in the white bowl, it seemed that the child who was born to be aware of early things, so he endured not to say anything that would make the old man unable to come to Taiwan. You know, in the Xinghua Lane, in the area of ​​Niping Lane, when it comes to quarrels and curses, especially speaking sarcastically, this child ranks third, the second is the scholar Song Jixin, and the first is the child's mother.

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

The ancient well is piled up with blue bricks,

Invisibly, the old man breathed heavily.

The child walked to the well, turned his back to the wellhead, jumped back, and his butt happened to sit on the wellhead.

This scene made the old man sweat coldly. If he was not careful, the bastard would fall down directly. With the historical origins of this ancient well, it would be difficult to collect the corpse.

The old man slowly took a few steps forward, narrowed his eyes, leaned over and looked at the iron lock, tied to the bottom of the well wheel at one end.

"The Feng Shui resort is a continent."

The old man looked around and felt mixed emotions, thinking, "I don't know who will end up with this heavy weapon?"

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

The palm lines are mottled and complex.

But a new pattern appeared, which was slowly extending, like a crack in the crack of porcelain.

A god and man look at his palms, like looking at mountains and rivers.

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

The old man frowned and exclaimed: "It's just half a day, so it's already been so bleak. Aren't those?"

The child was already standing on the wellhead, putting one hand on his hips, pointing at the old man with the other hand, and urging loudly: "Do you show me the white bowl?"

The old man said helplessly: "Down, hurry up, come down, I will show you the big white bowl."

The child was skeptical, and finally jumped out of the well.

The old man hesitated for a moment, with a solemn expression on his face, "Little kid, you and I have a fate, so it is okay to show you the mystery of this bowl, but after seeing it, you are not allowed to mention it to outsiders. Even your mother is not allowed. If you can do it, I will let you see it. If you can't do it, you will be stabbed by your little kid and will not show you a glance."

The child blinked, "Let's go."

The old man walked forward solemnly to the wellhead. When he lowered his head, he found that the bastard had his feet spread apart and sat on the wellhead this time. The old man regretted that he had provoked this lawless little kid.

The old man calmed down his distracting thoughts, faced the wellhead, grabbed the bottom of the big white bowl with his five fingers, and his palm began to tilt slightly, with a narrow range of almost undetectable.

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

Just before the child's two slugs were about to be on his lips and his patience was exhausted.

I saw a stream of water as thick as a finger pouring out of the white bowl and falling into the depths of the well, silently.

The child bared his teeth and was about to curse.

He suddenly closed his mouth and was a little surprised. After a moment, the child's face had changed from shock to confusion. Then, the child began to fear, suddenly came to his senses, jumped out of the well and fled to his home.

It turned out that the old man used the white bowl to pour the well into the amount of water tank that had been more than a large tank.

But water has been pouring out of the white bowl.

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

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Liu Xianyang casually broke a sprouted branch from the side of the road and started practicing swordsmanship. His whole body was spinning like a rolling wheel, and he didn't feel sorry for the new boots on his feet. Countless dust rose on the path.

The tall boy left the town and walked from north to south. As long as he walked through the bridge built by Lord Song and walked another three or four miles, he would arrive at the blacksmith shop opened by the father and daughter of the Ruan family. Liu Xianyang has always been arrogant, but Master Ruan only used one sentence to make the boy admire him, "We came here just to make a sword to open the furnace."

It’s good to make a sword. When Liu Xianyang thought of having a real sword in the future, he couldn’t help but get excited. He threw away the branches and started running and shouting, howling with ghosts and wolves.

Liu Xianyang thought about the boxing styles taught by Master Ruan in private, so he started practicing, and he was quite handsome and had a strong and powerful style.

The boy is getting closer and closer to the covered bridge.

On the steps at the north end of the bridge, four plump and beautiful women were sitting in graceful postures, holding a boy in a big red robe in his arms. He raised his chin high, like a general who had just won a great victory. On the other end of the steps, there was a tall old man covered in frosty and snow. The old man was whispering to comfort a young girl with a swelling and swelling. She was carved and jade-like, just like the most exquisite porcelain doll in the world. Her tender skin was crystal clear under the sun, so that the blue veins under the skin could be clearly seen.

The two children just finished a fight, the little girl was about to cry, the little boy became more and more proud,

The old man was burly, like a hill. The woman next to him cast an apology look, and the majestic old man turned a blind eye to it.

Under the steps, there was a young man named Lu, who was the eldest grandson of the head of the Lu family. He was named Lu Zhengchun. Perhaps it was a real place to raise people. People born in the town had to be better in appearance than other virgin men and women. However, Lu Zhengchun had long been hollowed out by wine and sex, and it was even more unbearable to see the eyes of the four people sitting on the steps. The dragon kiln owned by the Lu family was the highest in the town in terms of number and size, and it was also the surname that the children of the clan walked out of the town and went to other places to grow branches and leaves. However, Lu Zhengchun, who was in a prestigious town in the past, had a restrained expression and pale face, and was tense, as if he would have a slight mistake and would have his family confided and killed nine clans.

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

When he was about to say his name, the woman immediately covered the child's mouth, "Before going out, your father has advised you many times. Here, don't give anyone a name."

The boy opened the woman's hand, looked hot, and asked in a low voice: "His family really inherited the armor and sword scriptures from generation to generation?"

The woman touched the young man's head in a doting manner and said softly: "Lu used half of the family genealogy to guarantee that two things were still hidden in the boy's home."

The boy suddenly acted coquettishly and said, "Mom, can we exchange treasures with Xiaobai's family? The armor we planned is so ugly. Mom, if you change it to that sword scripture, you can get the head of a flying sword in your dream. It's really a god without knowing it. Wouldn't it be much more powerful than a turtle shell?"

Before the woman could explain the reason, the girl next door said angrily: "Just because you want to get involved in the long-lost treasure of the mountain? This time we came here, we are a legitimate thing to return to the original owner, but unlike some shameless guys, they are robbers, thieves, or even beggars!"

The boy turned his head and made a face, then sneered, "You stinky girl, you said that she is the treasure of the 'mountain' and is just a senior mountain gate. Isn't it amazing?"

The boy suddenly changed his smiley face, stood up from the woman's arms, and looked down at the little girl with pity, as if the school teacher was scolding the childish child, "The great way is immortal, acts against the heavens, and is only competing for words. You don't even understand this principle, how to inherit the family business in the future, and how to abide by the ancestral teachings? You descendants of Zhengyang Mountain, your descendants of all generations must raise at least one hundred feet of Zhengyang Mountain every thirty years. Silly girl, do you think it's easy to go from your grandfather to your father?"

The little girl lost her momentum, looked listless, her head drooped, and she did not dare to look at the boy.

The burly old man with frost and snow all over the head said in a deep voice: "Madam, although he is childish, if it hurts my young master's heart to be covered with dust, you can weigh the consequences for yourself."

The woman smiled charmingly and pulled the gloomy young son back into her arms. She hid her needle in the cotton and said, "The children are just quarreling. Why should senior ape be so exaggerated? Don't ruin the thousand-year friendship between our two families."

I never thought that the old man had a very strong temper and said, "I have been in Zhengyang Mountain for two thousand and six hundred years. I have been rewarded with kindness. Even if I have never forgotten it for a thousand years, I have been complaining with grievances, and I will never be revenge at night!"

The woman smiled and did not fight for her intentions.

Everyone was responsible for this trip to the town, especially her, who made a desperate bet on her own fortune, her son's future, and her parents' background.

Although this woman was simple in clothes, she was elegant and graceful. However, the people in the town had never seen the world and did not know the secrets.

From beginning to end, Lu Zhengchun always turned his back to the bridge and steps.

The first time I saw these distinguished guests at the Lu Mansion, my younger brother was just young and energetic and lacked concentration, so I temporarily forgot my grandfather's warning. I couldn't help but take a look at the beautiful woman's chest, and was dragged down by my grandfather who was so angry that he was shaking all over. He killed his stick in the courtyard. It seemed that his mouth was filled with cotton cloth when he was executed. Therefore, Lu Zhengchun, who continued to accompany his grandfather to discuss matters in the lobby, could not hear his brother's miserable wails or see the bloody scene. After the discussion was completed, he went out to find the young man named Liu. Lu Zhengchun stepped out of the threshold of the lobby and found that the blood in the courtyard had been cleaned. The four guests who came from afar, even the two children who were like golden boys and jade girls, were no different from this, as if this was a natural thing.

At that moment, Lu Zhengchun was a little confused.

How could a person die be worse than a dog die?

Besides, the man's surname is Lu. Late the night before, when he was drinking with his brother to gain courage, he was extremely excited, saying that he would definitely make a fortune in the future and shine on his family. The two brothers would no longer be frogs in the well and would join forces to make a world outside.

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

After that, Lu Zhengchun began to feel fear. When strange people asked questions, his voice would tremble, and when leading the way, his walking pace would be erratic. He knew that he would make a laugh, disappoint his grandfather, and shame his family. However, the young man could not control his fear, as if his whole body was oozing cold from his bones.

At the end of last year, my grandfather took their brothers into a secret room and told them a news that the Lu family would soon do things for some noble people, which was a great blessing. They must do things carefully. Once they were done, the Lu family would turn the reward into a stepping stone to cultivate the two brothers. As long as the noble people were willing to nod, then in the future, a Yangguan Avenue would appear under their brothers, and they would eventually gain unimaginable glory and wealth. At that time, he understood why he and his younger brother needed to learn so many strange dialects since childhood.

Lu Zhengchun looked at Liu Yangxian who was getting closer and closer to the bridge. He suddenly began to hate this person extremely. This pauper who was once blocked by his own people in the alley, lying on the ground like a dead dog. If it weren't for some little bastard running to the entrance of the alley, he and a few best friends had already followed the agreement and were about to take off their pants and give the ignorant young man on the ground a rain of grief. Until now, Lu Zhengchun didn't understand why these noble nobles looked at Liu Xianyang with admiration. As for what they called the treasure armor, the sword scriptures, the Zhengyang Mountain, the Great Road of Changsheng, and the competition for opportunities and luck, Lu Zhengchun seemed to understand them, but in fact he couldn't understand them.

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

As for the real reason, Lu Zhengchun dared not admit it and was unwilling to think deeply.

Deep down in his heart, Lu Zhengchun definitely did not want Liu Xianyang, who was as humble as a dog, to see his eldest son of the Lu family, who was well-dressed, to be like a bird with his surname Liu.

This is the most terrible shame and humiliation.

The beautiful woman looked at the one and murmured, "Here you come."

The tall boy came all the way, but later he punched quickly and faster, so that his figure was swept by the fist and he was a little staggering.
To be continued...