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Volume One: The Young Eagle Spreads Its Wings Chapter Three: The Young Eagle Spreads Its Wings for the First Time

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    "Brother Yun, it's time to eat." A clear low call interrupted Xiaoyun who was deep in thought.

    "Hong'er thank you." After Xiaoyun woke up, he turned around and looked at the little girl next to him who was as clear as a hibiscus. After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice with gratitude.

    "Brother Yun, what happened to you today?" The little girl opened her watery eyes and looked at the handsome young man in front of her in confusion, her face slightly red.  She was very surprised, why did brother Xiaoyun say such words out of nowhere today?  This is something that has never happened before. Could it be that he understood what I was thinking!  The little girl blushed with shame and couldn't help but think wildly.

    "Hong'er, thanks to Aunt Wang and your care in the past few years, grandpa and I really don't know how to thank you for your kindness." Xiaoyun said with gratitude, avoiding the little girl's blurred eyes.

    "Brother Yun don't say that. These are what my mother and I should do. If it weren't for you and Grandpa Li's help, my mother and I might have become lonely ghosts. Besides, haven't you always been a ghost these years?  Will you help us too?" The little girl looked at the boy who was suddenly different from the past, and felt a bad premonition in her heart. Her eyes turned red, and she shed tears before she said a word. It was so touching and endearing.

    Five years ago, the little girl and her mother were left homeless in Xiaojiazhuang to escape the plague.  At that time, the old man surnamed Li could still go hunting with his extraordinary skills and often helped the Wang family and his daughter.  The mother and daughter of the Wang family deeply felt his kindness, and after getting acquainted with each other, they started to communicate with each other.  As Mr. Li gradually aged and was no longer able to go out hunting, Xiaoyun, the old and the young relied entirely on the support of the villagers and the Wang family's mother and daughter.

    When Xiaoyun was able to go hunting alone, their life gradually improved. Every time he brought back some prey, he would give it to the Wang family and his daughter in return for their past care. However, Xiaoyun's kindness also brought about his own problems.  Some minor annoyances.

    That is, as she grows older, the daughter of the Wang family has grown into a beautiful girl. Although she is dressed in simple clothes, she has a unique charm. In the words of the fat man in the village, "That is called Xiaojia Biyu, Qingshui Hibiscus."

    A young girl has just begun to fall in love, and she has her childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart.  Therefore, I have already had a secret crush on Xiaoyun, but due to the girl's shyness, I have never dared to speak out.

    Although she has never revealed her feelings, Xiaoyun doesn't know. It's just that she has a blood feud, so she has no intention to talk about the love between her children.  Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Xiaoyun always avoids the girl in front of him to avoid causing greater harm to her.

    "UmUncle Yun, your old practice is back!"

    A sudden flattering voice interrupted Xiaoyun, who was meditating while walking.

    Xiaoyun looked at the fat man who was sixteen or seventeen years old in front of him. The wretched smile made him feel helpless. This guy was really persistent.

    This man¡¯s name is Xiao Dalang, and in terms of seniority, Xiao Yun is his uncle.  When Xiao Dalang was young, he often bullied the children in the village because of his grandfather's status as the patriarch and was called the "evil star". However, he was extremely afraid of Xiaoyun because Xiaoyun made him understand what a real "evil star" was.

    "Damn fat man, how many times have I told you not to scream 'you are old, you are old', as if I am too old."

    "Besides, don't wait any longer, Hong'er has already gone home."

    Xiaoyun thought of this guy¡¯s little thoughts and couldn¡¯t help but smile bitterly and persuade him.

    "Uncle Yun, as you said, I mainly want to say hello to you." Xiao Dalang looked around and saw that he couldn't find the lady he had been longing for, so he changed the topic to please her.

    "That's no need. We are about the same age. You doing this every day makes me very uneasy." Xiaoyun glanced at the wretched fat man and smiled.

    "Then my nephew will go ahead and come back tomorrow to say hello." After Xiao Dalang finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and ran towards the little girl's house.

    "Fatty has changed a lot since he grew up. If Hong'er marries him, it might not be a good marriage!"

    However, after he finished thinking about it, he shook his head again and gave a wry smile. This boy worked very hard to pursue the little girl from the Wang family. He waited here every day. Such persistence made the little girl fear him like a tiger. When he met Xiao Dalang  Just stay away.

    The years in the mountains always go by very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it is already late autumn. Jackdaws cry sadly from time to time. The valley is desolate, and Xiaojiazhuang is even more desolate.

    "Brother Yun, please go home quickly, Grandpa Lihe can't survive." When she saw the familiar figure walking out of the valley, the little girl rushed towards him and cried.

    Hearing the news, Xiaoyun was struck by thunder, and his body was shaky. If it weren't for the little girl's support, he might have fainted and fallen to the ground.  Since the death of his parents, the old man surnamed Li has become the closest person to him in the world. Although he is called master and servant, he is actually his grandson.

    How could he not be devastated when he heard the bad news at this time? After he woke up, he hurriedly let goThe prey on the lower back rushed towards home.

    "Grandpa Li, wake up, I'm Yun'er!"

    Xiaoyun looked at the old man who was as skinny as firewood and as angry as a gossamer on the bed, recalling the scenes of the past, and couldn't help but feel sad.

    "Ahemcough, is it Yun'er? You don't have to be so sad. People are bound to die. If I raise you up, I will have no regrets in this life."

    "Remember, your enemy is too powerful, and may be more powerful than we imagined. If it doesn't work, don't take the risk, the general and his wife don't want you"

    The old man opened his eyes slightly and looked at the young man in front of him. His eyes were full of love and reluctance Thinking of the enemies of the Xiao family, he showed an unbearable expression. Before he could finish his words, he died of anger.

    "Grandpa I'm sorry Yun'er can't promise you. If I can't avenge my family, I won't live in this world."

    The tribesmen around him saw Xiaoyun with bloodshot eyes, and his shrill roars, like "evil gods", made them feel inexplicably frightened, and they couldn't help but take a step back, looking at the young man in front of them with fear on their faces.  .

    After the old man was buried, Xiaoyun settled in a cottage next to the grave, practicing hard every day and meditating every night.  The autumn wind rustled, and in the blink of an eye, a month passed.

    "Grandpa Li, Yun'er has made some progress in cultivation. It's time to leave. Please forgive Yun'er for not being able to accompany you anymore." After Xiaoyun finished speaking, he kowtowed three times to the grave again, and then left decisively.  go.

    Xiaoyun stood on the high hill and looked at his hometown again. Xiaojiazhuang was still so calm and peaceful.  For some people, it may not be a blessing to live their whole life quietly in this dreamy and picturesque valley.

    "Uncle Yun, do you really want to leave? Can't you think about it again?" At some point, a fat young man came up from the high slope, looking at Xiaoyun and pleading.

    If the people in the village saw this scene, they would be extremely surprised. Xiao Dalang, who had always been called the "evil star" by his tribe, changed his usual unruly expression and actually showed a touch of sadness.

    "Haha, thanks, fat man! There are some people and things that I can't avoid after all."

    ¡°Besides, maybe it¡¯s a good thing for you that I¡¯m leaving! Haha.¡±

    In order to ease the heavy atmosphere, Xiaoyun patted the fat man on the shoulder and joked.

    "Actually I know that Hong'er's heart has always been on you. This is what she asked me to bring to you."

    Xiao Dalang thought of Hong'er's red and swollen eyes, sighed, and handed Xiaoyun a package.

    Xiaoyun didn¡¯t need to think about it to know that it must be the clothes and shoes that Hong¡¯er had been rushing to make all night these days. There were even pancakes that were still warm inside

    I don¡¯t know when it started to rain lightly.  The little girl standing on the hill outside the village was still staring at the figure that had disappeared long ago. It was difficult to tell which was tears and which was rain on her delicate face.

    Xiaoyun did not dare to look back, he was afraid, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.  Afraid of getting used to this paradise-like life, he felt that he should be a goshawk soaring in the world, and that his life as a goshawk was destined not to be ordinary, nor to be bound to a certain place in his life.

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