一

As soon as Meijianchi [2] and his mother went to bed, a mouse came out to bite the pot lid, which made him annoyed. He lightly scolded him a few times, which had some effect at first, but then he simply ignored him and continued to bite him. He didn't dare to rush loudly, for fear of waking up his mother who was tired from work during the day and fell asleep as soon as she lay down at night.

After a lot of time, it calmed down; he also wanted to sleep. Suddenly, there was a plop, and he was startled to open his eyes again. At the same time, I heard a rustling sound, which was the sound of claws grabbing pottery.

"Okay! Damn it!" he thought, feeling very happy as he sat up gently.

He got out of bed, walked behind the door in the moonlight, touched the fire drill, lit the pine tree, and took a photo into the water jar. Sure enough, a very big mouse fell into it; however, there was not much water left, and he could not crawl out. He could only hold on to it and circle around along the inner wall of the water urn.

"You deserve it!" He felt very happy when he thought that they were the ones chewing on the furniture every night and making him unable to sleep peacefully. He inserted the pine tree into the small hole in the earth wall and admired it; however, the wide-open little eyes made him hate it again, so he reached out and pulled out a piece of reed wood and pushed it straight to the bottom of the water. After a while, I let go, and the mouse also floated up, still holding on to the wall of the urn and spinning around. It's just that the grip is no longer as strong as before, and the eyes are submerged in the water, only a little pointed red nose is exposed, and he is breathing rapidly.

Recently, he doesn't really like people with red noses. But this time when I saw the pointed little red nose, I suddenly felt pitiful for it, so I used the reed stick again and stretched it into its belly. The mouse grabbed it, rested for a while, and crawled along the reed trunk. Come up. When he saw the whole body - the wet black hair, the big belly, and the tail of the earthworm - he felt hateful and repulsive again. He hurriedly shook the reed wood, and with a plop, the mouse fell into the water urn again. , he then hit its head with reed wood a few times, telling it to sink quickly.

After changing to Songming six times, the mouse could no longer move, but was floating in the middle of the water, sometimes jumping slightly toward the surface. Mei Jian Chi felt very pitiful again, so he broke off the reed stick, managed to clip it out, and placed it on the ground. The mouse didn't move at all at first, and then it breathed a little. After a while, its four legs moved, and it turned over, as if it was about to stand up and escape. This surprised Meijian Chi, who unconsciously raised his left foot and stepped down. He only heard a squeaking sound. When he knelt down and took a closer look, he saw a slight trace of blood on the corner of the mouth. He was probably dead.

He felt very pitiful, as if he had done a great evil, and was very uncomfortable. He squatted and stared blankly, unable to stand up.

"Chier, what are you doing?" His mother had already woken up and asked from the bed.

"Rat..." He stood up in a hurry and turned around, but he only answered two words.

"Yes, mouse. I know that. But what are you doing? Killing it, or saving it?"

He did not answer. The pine trees burned out; he stood silently in the darkness, gradually seeing the brightness of the moonlight.

"Alas!" His mother sighed, "When you had a child [3], you were sixteen years old, and your temperament was still the same, lukewarm, not at all unchanged. It seems that "No one can avenge your father."

He saw his mother sitting in the gray moonlight, as if her body was trembling; her low voice contained infinite sorrow. It made his hair stand on end with coldness, and in the blink of an eye, he felt the blood suddenly boiling in his body.

"Father's grudge? What grudge does father have?" He took a few steps forward and asked anxiously.

"Yes. I still want you to repay it. I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I didn't say it because you were too young. Now that you are an adult, you still have the same temperament. This teaches me how to What can I do? Can you do great things with your temperament? "Yes, mother. I have to change it."

"Of course." Say. You must change... Then, come over.

"

He walked over; his mother was sitting on the bed, her eyes shining in the dark white moonlight.

"Listen! She said seriously, "Your father was a famous swordsmith, the best in the world." I have sold all his tools long ago to help the poor, and you can no longer see any relics; but he is a famous swordsmith who is unique in the world. Twenty years ago, the princess gave birth to a piece of iron [4]. It is said that she was conceived after hugging an iron pillar. It was a piece of pure green and transparent iron. Knowing that it was a rare treasure, the king decided to use it to make a sword. He wanted to use it to protect his country, use it to kill enemies, and use it to defend himself. Unfortunately, your father was selected at that time, so he brought the iron back home and practiced day and night. It took three years of effort to refine two swords.

"What a horrifying sight it was on the last day when the furnace was turned on! When a stream of white gas burst into the sky, the ground also felt shaken. The white gas reached half the sky Then it turned into white clouds, covering the place, gradually taking on a crimson color, making everything look like peach blossoms. In the dark furnace of my house, there were two red swords that your father used to slow down. It dripped slowly, and the sword hissed, and slowly turned green. For seven days and seven nights, the sword was no longer visible. When you look closely, it is still in the bottom of the furnace, pure green, transparent, and pure. Like two pieces of ice.

"The light of great joy shone from your father's eyes; he took up his sword and brushed it, brushed it. However, tragic wrinkles also appeared from his brows and corners of his mouth. He put the two swords in two boxes.

"'You only need to look at the scene in the past few days to understand that no matter who it is, everyone knows that the sword has been forged.' He said to me quietly. 'Tomorrow, I must go and offer the sword. To the king. But the day when I offer my sword is the day when I die. I'm afraid we will never see each other again.'

"'You..." ’ I was very surprised, I couldn’t figure out what he meant, and I didn’t know how to say it well. I just said this: ‘You have made such a big contribution this time…. '

"'Oh! How do you know!' he said. 'The king is always good at suspicion and extremely cruel. This time I made him a sword that is unique in the world. He must Kill me, lest I make swords for others to rival or surpass him.'

"I cried.

"'Don't be sad. This is inevitable. Tears can never wash away fate. I have been prepared to be here!' His eyes suddenly glowed with lightning, and he A sword box was placed on my lap. "This is the male sword. You keep it. I will only give this female sword to the king. If I don't come back, it will be mine." You must no longer be in the world. Haven't you been pregnant for five or six months? Don't be sad; when you give birth to a child, raise it well and give it to him and teach him to cut the king's sword. Take revenge on your neck!'"

"Did father come back that day?" Mei Jianchi asked quickly.

"Not back!" she said calmly. "I asked around, but there was no news. Later, I heard someone say that the first person to feed the sword made by your father with blood was himself - your father. I was also afraid that his ghost would cause trouble and kill him. His body was buried in the front door and the back garden!"

Mei Jian Chi suddenly felt like his whole body was on fire, and he felt as if sparks were shining out of every hair. His fists clenched in the dark.

His mother stood up, took off the wooden board at the head of the bed, got out of bed and lit the pine tree. She went behind the door and took a hoe, handed it to Mei Jianchi and said, "dig it down!"

My heart was beating between my eyebrows, but I dug in quietly with a hoe. What was dug out was all loess, about five feet deep. The color of the soil was a little different, and it looked like rotten wood.

"Look! Be careful!" said his mother.

The eyebrow ruler lay next to the dug cave, reached down, and carefully opened the rotten trees. When the fingertips became cold, as if touching the ice and snow, the pure green and transparent sword also appeared. He saw the sword target clearly, held it, and lifted it out.

The stars and moon outside the window and the pine trees in the room suddenly lost their brilliance, and only green light filled the interior. The sword melted into the blue light and seemed to be nothing. The ruler between the brows looked carefully, and then he seemed to see that it was more than five feet long, but it was not necessarily sharp. Instead, the edge of the sword was somewhat rounded, just like a leek leaf.

"You must change your gentle temperament from now on and use this sword to take revenge!" His mother said.

"I have changed my gentle temperament, and I will use this sword to take revenge!"

"I hope so. You wear Tsing Yi, carry this sword on your back, Yi Sword One color, no one can tell. I have already made the clothes here, and they will go on your way tomorrow. Don't forget me!" she said, pointing to the broken suitcase behind the bed.

He took out the new clothes and tried them on. The length was just right. He folded it again, wrapped the sword, placed it beside his pillow, and lay down quietly. He felt that he had changed his delicate temperament; he was determined to go to sleep without any worries, wake up in the morning, not change his normal state, and calmly go to find his irresponsible enemy. But he is awake. He tossed and turned, always trying to sit up. He heard his mother's soft sigh of disappointment. He heard the first rooster crow; he was sixteen when he knew he had a son.

2

When the eyebrows were swollen and the sockets were swollen, he stepped out of the door without looking back, wearing green clothes and carrying a green sword on his back, taking long strides and running towards the city. , the sun has not yet appeared in the east. There are dewdrops hanging on the tips of every leaf in the cedar forest, and the night air is hidden in them. However, when we reached the other end of the woods, all kinds of brilliance shone in the dew, gradually turning into the color of dawn. Looking ahead, you can vaguely see the gray-black city walls and battlements [6].

Mixing into the city with the onion pickers and vegetable sellers, the market was already very lively. The men stood in rows; women poked their heads out of the door from time to time. Most of them also have swollen eye sockets, disheveled heads, and yellow faces that cannot even be applied with makeup.

Meijianzhi had a premonition that a great change was coming, and they all waited impatiently and patiently for this great change.

He walked forward; a child suddenly ran over and almost touched the tip of the sword on his back, making him sweat. Turning out to the north, not far from the palace, people were packed in densely, with their necks stretched out. There were also the sounds of women and children crying in the crowd. He was afraid that the invisible sword would hurt someone, so he didn't dare to squeeze in; however, people crowded behind him. He had no choice but to retreat vaguely; all he could see in front of him was people's backs and stretched necks.

Suddenly, the people in front fell to their knees one after another; two horses came running side by side from a distance. After that came warriors holding wooden sticks, spears, knives, crossbows and flags, and yellow dust billowed all over the road. Another cart with four horses came, with a group of people sitting on it. Some were playing bells and drums, and some were playing laoshizi of unknown name. After that, there was another car, and the people inside were all wearing colorful clothes. They were either old men or short fat men, and all of them had oily and sweaty faces. Then came another group of knights with swords, spears and halberds. The people who were kneeling fell down. At this time, Meijianchi saw a large yellow-covered car driving towards him. Sitting in the middle was a fat man with a gray beard and a small head. Sitting in the middle was a green sword that was the same as his back.

His whole body felt cold, but it immediately became hot again, as if burning with fierce fire. He reached over his shoulder to hold the hilt of the sword, raised his feet, and stepped out of the space between the necks of the people who were lying down.

But he only took five or six steps before he fell down because someone suddenly pinched one of his feet. This fall happened again on a boy with a shriveled face; he was afraid that the tip of the sword would hurt him, and when he stood up to look in surprise, he received two heavy punches in the ribs. He didn't have time to worry about it. Looking at the road again, not only the yellow-covered chariot had passed by, but also a large group of supporting knights had passed by.

All the people on the roadside also got up. But the boy with a shriveled face still grabbed the collar of the eyebrow ruler and refused to let go, saying that he had crushed the precious Dantian (8) and it must be insured. If he died before the age of eighty, he would have to pay for it. .

The idle crowd immediately gathered around and stared, but no one said a word. Later, some people laughed and cursed a few words from the sidelines, but they all agreed with the boy with a shriveled face. When Mei Jian Chi met such an enemy, he couldn't get angry or laugh. He just felt bored, but he couldn't escape. After cooking a pot of millet like this, Meijianchi was already so anxious that he was burning with anxiety, but the crowd of people watching still showed no sign of diminishing, and he was still enjoying it with relish.

The circle of people in front was shaken, and a black man squeezed in. He had a black beard and black eyes, and was as thin as iron. He said nothing, only smiled coldly at the eyebrow ruler, raised his hand and gently touched the chin of the boy with a shriveled face, and looked at his face intently. The young man also looked at him for a while, then slowly let go of his hand and slipped away; the man also slipped away; everyone watching also walked away bored. Only a few people came to ask me about Mei Jianchi's age and address, and whether he had any sisters at home. Meijianchi ignored them.

He walked south; he thought to himself that the city was so busy and it was easy to accidentally get hurt. It would be better to wait for him to come back outside the south gate and avenge his father. The place was sparsely populated and it was really convenient. cast. At this time, the whole city was talking about the king's tour, the ceremony, the majesty, the glory of seeing the king, and how low he prostrated himself, and how he should be an example to the people, etc., much like the arrangement of bees [9]. It wasn't until he got close to the south gate that he gradually calmed down.

He walked out of the city, sat under a big mulberry tree, and took out two steamed buns to satisfy his hunger. While eating, he suddenly remembered his mother, and his eyes and nose felt sore. there is nothing. The surroundings became quiet step by step, and he could clearly hear his own breathing.

The darker the sky, the more uneasy he became. He looked ahead with all his eyes, but there was no sign of the king returning. The villagers who went to the city to sell vegetables left the city and went home one by one with their empty load.

After being deserted for a long time, a black man suddenly appeared from the city. "Let's go, Meijianchi! The king is catching you!" he said, his voice like an owl.

Meijian Chi trembled all over, as if possessed by a demon, and immediately followed him; then he ran away. After he stood still and took a breath for a long time, he realized that he had reached the edge of the cedar forest. There are silver stripes in the distance behind, which is where the moon has appeared; but in front there are only two phosphorus-like black eyes.

"How do you know me?..." he asked in great panic.

"Haha! I have always known you." The man's voice said. "I know that you are carrying a sword and want to avenge your father, and I also know that you can't avenge you. Not only can't you avenge you, but someone has already informed you today that your enemy has returned from the east gate long ago and ordered your arrest."

Mei Jianchi suddenly felt sad.

"Alas, my mother's sighs are not surprising." He whispered.

"But she only knows half of it. She doesn't know that I want to avenge you."

"You? Are you willing to avenge me, righteous man?"

"Ah, don't use this title to wrongly accuse me."

"Then, you sympathize with us orphans and widows?..."

"Oh, my child, you don't want it any more." Mention these insulting names." He said sternly, "Righteousness, sympathy, those things were once clean, but now they have become the capital of ghost loans [10]. Those. I just want to avenge you!”

“Okay. How can you avenge me?”

“As long as you give me two pieces of phosphorus fire.” said the voice below. "Those two pieces? Listen: one is your sword, and the other is your head!"

Although Mei Jian Chi felt strange and a little suspicious, he was not surprised. He couldn't speak for a moment.

"Don't doubt that I will defraud you of your life and treasure." The voice in the dark said coldly. "It's all up to you. If you believe me, I will go; if you don't believe me, I will stay."

"But why did you go to avenge me? Do you know my father?"

"I have always known your father, and I have always known you. But I want revenge, but not for this reason. Smart boy, I tell you.

Don’t you know yet, how good I am at taking revenge. What's yours is mine; he is mine. There are so many wounds in my soul, and I already hate myself! ”

As soon as the voice in the dark stopped, Meijian Chi raised his hand to his shoulder and drew out the green sword. He slashed it forward from the back of his neck, and his head fell on the moss on the ground while handing the sword to him. Black people.

“Haha! "He took the sword with one hand, held his hair with the other, raised the head of the eyebrow ruler, kissed the hot dead lips twice, and smiled coldly and sharply.

Laughter Immediately scattered in the fir forest, a group of phosphorus-like eyes flashed in the depths, and suddenly approached, and heard the gasping of the hungry wolf. The first bite tore off the Qingyi of Mei Jianchi, and the second bite was all over his body. He disappeared, and the blood traces were instantly licked away, only the sound of chewing bones could be heard.

The first big wolf rushed towards the black man, and he swung his green sword, and the wolf's head fell on him. On the moss on the ground, the other wolves tore off its skin with the first bite, and then the whole body was gone with the second bite, and the blood marks were instantly licked away, leaving only the sound of chewing bones.

He had already picked up the green clothes on the ground, wrapped his head with the eyebrow ruler, and carried the green sword on his back. He turned around and walked towards the royal city in the dark.

The wolves stood still. He shrugged his shoulders, stuck out his tongue, gasped, and looked at him with green eyes.

He walked towards the royal city in secret, singing in a sharp voice:

Haha, love, love, love!

Ai Qingjianxi committed suicide.

What a husband, Yi Lian Pianxi. > One man loves Qingjian, but he is not alone.

Two enemies commit suicide.

One man loves Qingjian.

Love! Huwuhuxiwuhuahah,

Ahuwuhuxiwuhuwuhu! [11]

Three

Mountain tours do not make the king feel interesting; plus He was told that there would be assassins on the way, which made him even more disappointed. He was very angry that night, saying that even the ninth concubine's hair was not as dark and beautiful as yesterday. Fortunately, she sat on his lap like a coquettish person. After twisting it for more than seventy times, the wrinkles between the dragon's eyebrows gradually relaxed.

As soon as the king got up in the afternoon, he felt a little unhappy again. After lunch, he felt very unhappy. Angry face"