Relief

The soldiers who searched the mountain split through the thick thorns.

"Found it! The man is there!"

"Hurry up and notify the adults!"

"Patriarch! Patriarch, we have found the Eldest Young Master!"

The setting sun slanted into Taihu Lake in the west, and the lake surface was ignited into a sea of ​​flames.There was a lot of noise under his feet, and in front of him was a cliff with countless pairs of dark eyes. Liang Ting was hung on the cliff with his hands tied, and the rope was hung on an old tree growing on the edge of the cliff.

The dark clouds in the forest were scattered, and they were birds that were startled by the large group of people.

"Lanzhou!"

The first one to rush up the cliff was Chen Rong. He also looked a lot haggard, and his clothes were spotless. If it wasn't for Liang Ting hanging on the raging waves, he couldn't tell who was more downcast.

The blood roared in Liang Ting's ears, the color of his whole face faded, and he pulled the corners of his lips with difficulty. He saw his father and grandfather running out of the woods back and forth. The bright gun rushed forward.

Liang's mansion wanted to save people, but before it got close to the edge of the cliff, the boulder tied to the other end of the rope hanging Liang Ting was crumbling.

"Slow!" Chen Rong immediately stopped the guards.

On the edge of the dark cliff, a huge boulder rests dangerously on the edge of the single log. The rope uses the old tree branches as the fulcrum to hang Liang Ting. Liang Ting disappeared into the vast Taihu Lake.

Another person emerged from the woods. He was supported by soldiers from left to right, and he almost lifted his shoulders to wait on him. He was so tired that he was out of breath: "Isn't this found? Hurry up, save him, he's exhausted."

Although Liang Zhen was very anxious, he was still patient and polite to the man, and explained to him the trap the kidnappers had set on the edge of the cliff.Not seeing each other for a few days, Liang Zhen could no longer find the high spirits from his spring outing in Qingying Mountain Villa, and his eyebrows were scratched.

"Oh, that's true," yelled the man supported by the soldier, "the kidnappers are too abominable, too cruel, and must be severely punished! Divided into quarters!"

The soldiers next to him reported that Soshan had not found any trace of the kidnappers.They packed up and came, but what they got was an empty mountain, only the hostages were hung on the trap, so they had no way to rescue them.

Chen Rong asked anxiously: "Lan Zhou, did the kidnappers say anything to you?"

Liang Ting tried her best to suppress the dizziness: "Is the thing...brought?"

"what?!"

Liang Ting breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you bring the things!"

"Bring it!" Liang Zhen took out a yellow cloth package from his arms, held it high in his hand and showed it to no one, "Golden Book is here to release people quickly!"

golden book...

Liang Ting almost breathed a sigh of relief, only then did he realize that what Feng Zhi often wanted was the golden book deed bestowed on the ancestors of the Liang family by the first emperor.No, it wasn't that Feng Zhichang wanted it, but the kidnapper wanted it 13 years ago, but the Liang family was not willing to exchange it for their youngest son. Will Liang Zhen be willing to exchange him for him 13 years later?

"This item is indeed authentic, and I can guarantee it," the official was influenced by Liang Zhen, and he thought that the kidnapper was hiding in a place where they could not see. Young Master. Integrity is the foundation of a person. I am an official and the people, and I have always kept my promises. I will never deceive you with a fake golden letter, and I will not make things difficult after you release me hahahaha."

Chen Rong was speechless to the extreme, and angrily shouted at the guards: "Go get the net and bring the stone up! Hurry up!"

Mrs. Liang came out from the crowd with a gun in his hand: "Let the old man come!"

The silver flashing gun was as long as the edge of the boulder, and the old man Liang stepped on the single log and walked forward, and the trunk began to pry.

Chen Rong wanted to stop him: "Master, it's too dangerous, you should come back first."

Liang Ting also said: "...Grandpa..."

Old Mr. Liang held a gun and was covered with armor. His figure was tall and straight, as if he had returned from a prime of life, and he was more reliable than the soldiers swarming with ants lining up on both sides.

"Liang Ting! I, the son of the Liang family, never give in. Remember, even if you fall from here today, you have to hold your breath until grandpa catches you up!"

But it's so tiring and so painful...

so hard……

Liang Ting blinked, feeling the mud on her face melt away.

"But grandpa...I'm not...from the Liang family...I can't do it..."

He didn't want to say these things at first, he opened his mouth, facing that familiar face, the old man who supported him since he was a child, the only one of his relatives in the two generations who would come to listen to his lyrics, and taught him martial arts hand in hand, those pretended contempt and arrogance All became vulnerable.The sourness in my heart rose to my throat, and came out uncontrollably from my eyes and mouth.

"What did you say?" Chen Rong couldn't hear clearly from the side, his head was smoking with anxiety, "Lan Zhou, bear with me, we will rescue you right away!"

Mrs. Liang stood alone on a single log, and the two ends of the trunk bear the same weight of life.

"You must retreat before the fierce battle is over," the old man Liang shouted, "Have you forgotten what grandpa taught you, the Liang family never has any cowards who are afraid of it!"

Liang Ting laughed, and the more he laughed, the more tears came to his eyes. The rock bearing the weight of his life was crumbling, and was about to drag him like a broken kite, plunged into the lake and never see the light of day.

He said to the old man Liang: “He wants you to make a choice.”

"Keep me or keep him."

"The one who was really given the surname Liang and finally returned."

When one day you find out that the responsibilities of the Liang family in the past are all on the wrong shoulders, can you forgive me?

On the day when the new wind blew into the ancestral hall, Liang Ting saw his grandfather for the first time.

"Whoever dares to use force in front of the ancestors of my Liang family, I will deal with him first."

That voice was steady and powerful, containing a majesty that Liang Ting had never seen before.

"Father?" Liang Zhen raised the bamboo raft halfway and put it down.

Liang Ting lay on the ground, turned her head from the towering memorial tablet in front of her, and saw a pair of leather soap boots.

"You don't know that this kid actually went to the city to perform in the street, violating the family rules, and he must not be punished."

"Oh?" said the voice, "You are not allowed to learn or perform? Why didn't I know there was such a family rule?"

"This...maybe you are old..."

"Bullshit! The family rules are written by Lao Tzu, I don't know! Reading classics and history is learning literature and art, dancing swords and guns is learning martial arts, these are all learning skills, why not learning skills?"

Liang Zhen murmured for a moment, unable to speak out.

He lay down on the ground and shouted: "I'm going to learn rap, my father said I'm an insult to the family!"

Wow, Liang Zhen's bamboo stick rang out, and his face was flushed: "You still have the face to say it!"

The voice said: "Huh? So you can talk?"

Liang Ting raised his head and saw a hale and hearty face.

"Do you really want to listen to my rap?" Liang Ting asked nervously.This is his stall in the city. It was placed in front of the shop that used to sell honey fried fruit. Because the alley was haunted, there were no other hawkers robbing the stall.

In the past, he used to have one seat per person, and set up a stall in a simple manner, so that he could run as fast as possible when he encountered pursuers.But today a reclining chair made of bamboo strips was added. The old man of the Liang family was lying on the chair, with a cattail fan covering his face to block the sun.

"Are you still singing or not?" the old man lifted a corner of the fan and said impatiently, "The sun is so hot that the old man is about to fall asleep."

"I sing, I sing." Liang Ting cleared his throat, determined to please this treasure of the town.

"Yo, yo, sometimes I'm me, sometimes I'm me,

They're two people wanting to separate I've tried too,

One is a wretch and the other a devil,

One hides at night and the other is dazzling fireworks,

Sharing an identity, I don't care,

They run counter to each other with different attitudes”

puff--

The old man spewed out the Taishi tea in a mouthful.

"Who taught you what this thing is?"

"Uh...Master Qiao Nijie on East Street."

His audience rushed out from the streets and alleys, clapping their hands with their noses clear and booing: "The sissy of the Liang family is here again!"

Liang Ting ran over, kicked one of them over with lightning speed, and when he got on it, he crushed and beat him.No one dared to care about the children yelling and yelling all over the street. It's not been a day or two since the little bully of the Liang family has been running rampant.

Liang Ting raised her fist: "Will you appreciate art?"

"Yes, yes!"

"You guys know how to make shit, so you know how to make a fuss. Do you know what you will call me next time you see me?"

"I know, I know," said the children on Hundong Street who can bend and stretch, "It's called Fourth Brother!"

"Fourth brother, fourth brother!"

After he finished packing up a bunch of small ones, he slipped back to the booth, and the old man drank herbal tea with a cattail fan.Liang Ting patted his back with a smile: "Grandpa, how is my singing?"

The old man asked: "Can you sing the twelve rhythms? Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, five positives and two changes, is the pronunciation accurate? Do you have a serious teacher to teach?"

Uh……

The old man put down the tea bowl: "Do you still like to fight?"

"I didn't," he quibbled. "Those kids are so messed up."

"People make fun of you for being a sissy, but you just need to clean up? Aren't you a sissy?"

Liang Ting looked at the old man and found that he was very serious, so he also answered seriously: "I am, but they can't laugh. It's not shameful to be a sissy, and the girl's voice is so nice, so soft, it makes people feel at ease. I sang operas for them, they can make fun of their bad singing, but they can’t make fun of my voice, let me hear it, beat them once you see them, until you are satisfied.”

The old man turned his head to look at him, Liang Ting refused to let him go, and the old and the young looked at each other for a long time.The old man lay back on the back of the chair, shaking the cattail fan. He was in good spirits, and in spring and summer, he was very angry: "Singing requires a master, and fighting also requires a master. You choose one of the Liang family's golden swords and silver guns, and you will learn from this old man in the future."

Counting nines and three volts, no matter the wind or snow, he was beaten to pieces in the courtyard of the old man in Liang's mansion.

The footwork must be steady, the horse stance should be pierced twice first, the gun must be released quickly, and the fist should be practiced all morning.

The stone lock mill has drank his sweat, and the wooden knife and gun have eaten his flesh.

He chose the silver gun, the silver gun is the unique skill of the old man, and the golden knife is the unique skill of his father.When he competed with the old man, he was often beaten and screamed, and his father gloated under the eaves: "It's still early, let's practice for another 20 years."

Singing opera made Liang Ting happy, and practicing martial arts also made him feel happy. He has always been very persistent in the things he likes.

He practiced until one day he shot the red tassel off the old man's gun, and the old man said, "Okay, if you go to fight in the street now, no one will be your opponent."

He thought, I have practiced the 32-style Liang family's silver spear, so you let me fight on the street?

Now, looking at the old man's calm eyes and his unsurprised expression after hearing what he said, Liang Ting understood that it was because the old man had known for a long time that no matter how good his marksmanship was, he would never be able to defeat the Liang family. Heirs themselves.

Yu Yuan swallowed the twilight and took away the light from Liang Ting's eyes.

"The net is here!"

The first soldier lit the torch, and the team passed quickly, like a fire dragon circling up the mountain wall, and the cliff suddenly became bright as day.

Chen Rong got the net: "Old man! Use your gun net to catch the pressing stone and pull it up!"

The old man picked up the net with the point of his gun, and said to Liang Ting: "Grandson, keep your eyes open, you have never done this trick of silver snake tail beautifully before!"

Liang Ting was stunned.

The silver gun tip reflected the flames, dazzling the eyes with brilliance.

"I have two grandsons, one is hiding in the night and the other is right in front of my eyes. I have never seen the one in hiding, but I brought up the one in front of me. No matter which one is my grandson, Liang Zhengfu, I saved you first, then Go get another one."

The silver spear flung the net, swiftly sprinting like a swimming snake, covering the boulder right in front of it.

There was a sound of piercing through the sky, and a feathered arrow flew towards and nailed to a tree trunk beside it.The arrow was on fire, piercing into the tree and emitting a puff of blue smoke.

Zizi, sparks appeared, and the rope hanging Liang Ting was burning from the air along a straight line.

"Cut off that thread!!" Chen Rong yelled hoarsely.

Everyone is in an uproar!

The flames burned towards Liang Ting along the silk thread, and it was about to burn the rope and let him be buried in the belly of the fish.The silver spear swung out a full moon, and the fragile silk thread snapped under the spear tip, and the flame stopped abruptly, and then fell down the cliff.

"Do not!!"

Liang Ting's eyes widened.

"Use the net to pull the stone up." Chen Rong continued to direct.Mrs. Liang stepped on the canoe and flew up, cut the rope with a spear, grabbed Liang Ting's back collar and threw him back to the cliff.

Chen Rong rushed to catch him, and the guards of Liang's residence called "Elder Prince" and surrounded him one after another.

"Surround the direction where the arrow came from! Search the mountain! The first person to catch the kidnapper will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver!" Liang Zhen waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately swarmed up and surrounded the tree with the arrow nailed on it.

The pure white tail feathers were coated with an ominous blood color by the torch, pointing to another mountain distantly and clearly.