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"Who are you?"
Between the white sky and the earth, above the sky, the blue figure is blurry, as if it is empty or illusory.
"It's been two thousand years, more than two thousand years. Do you know how we have spent it?"
The woman in white clothes fluttering, with a cold expression, holding a fairy sword and pointing directly at the sky. A pair of cold eyes glared at the man in green above the sky. Every time she made a sound, her whole body would become excited and dry. It trembles and trembles, and the peaks and mountains are stacked together, which is extremely beautiful and moving.
"Who am I? I also want to know who I am!" The man in Tsing Yi said, and flew farther into the sky without looking back.
"return."
The woman in white gave a sweet shout, and slashed the sky with the fairy sword in her hand. In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds disappeared.
But, she was defeated again. This was the 2999th sword she had swung...
Chapter One
The sky is very blue, so blue that you can see it as far as the eye can see, like a blue ocean.
The sun is shining brightly and the breeze is blowing.
It's the Jingzhe solar term in March, and the temperature is gradually getting warmer.
This year's summer seems to be coming at a leisurely pace.
Look at the tops of the mountains, the snow has not yet melted; look at the green grass at the foot of the mountains, but they are thriving.
Lin Jingzheng was lying on the green grass with his legs crossed, holding an unknown grass in his mouth, half-squinting his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun, with a comfortable and leisurely expression.
Only a few feet away from him, there was an old cow grazing. From time to time, the old cow lowered its head to nibble on the grass, and from time to time raised its head to look into the distance. It looked innocent and contented.
Lin Jingzheng had just turned twelve, with a sallow complexion and thin muscles. His body was like a bamboo pole and he moved like the wind.
There is a small village at the foot of the mountain called "Bailu Village". There are only about thirty households in Bailu Village, and this old free-range cow is the only farm cow in the village.
Lin Jingzheng lost his father and mother when he was young, and he grew up eating the food of hundreds of families. Since he was young, he was responsible for taking care of the cattle.
Cattle herding is actually very easy, you can breathe fresh air, feel free and unrestrained.
"Brother Jingzhe, brother Jingzhe."
At this time, two childish voices came from not far away from the grassy slope, and then, one after the other, two children with dreadlocks ran towards them.
"Xiaoman, Xiaoshu, why are you here together?" Lin Jingzhe sounded surprised, half-squinting his eyes, and did not turn over.
"Brother Jingzhe, the village chief asked you to go back." A thin child said.
"The village chief is looking for me?" Lin Jingzhe opened his eyes and asked doubtfully, "What is the village chief looking for me for?"
The two children ran up to him and me and followed his example, lying on the lawn with their legs crossed, pulling out an unknown weed and holding it in their mouths.
"The village chief asked you to go back and read a letter for him." The skinny child also half-squinted his eyes and imitated his tone.
"That letter was sent back by Brother Dayong from a town far, far away." Another child added casually.
"There was a tall and strong black mule that came back with Xinzi. The black mule is very charming. Its tail is like a banana fan. It can keep swaying to keep those annoying flying insects away." The skinny child imitated. He looked like a black mule and imitated the sound of a black mule.
Lin Jingzhe patted his head and said, "That's a dark horse. Only a trustworthy horse will betray others."
"A black horse? No wonder the black mule looks different from other mules."
The two children looked as if they had suddenly realized something, which made Lin Jingzhe chuckle and take the opportunity to touch their heads.
"Brother Jingzhe, don't pat Xiaoshu's head. My father said that if you pat your head too often, it won't work." Xiaoshu pouted and said unhappily.
"Okay, okay, Brother Jingzhe won't pat Xiaoshu on the head." Lin Jingzhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"You can't take pictures of Xiaoman either." Another child also responded.
"Okay, okay, Brother Jingzhe won't pat your little heads." Lin Jingzhe stood up and said, "You two can help me, cut some tender grass, and prepare some rations for the old cows."
"Yes, Brother Jingzhe." The two children responded one after another and turned over.
An hour later, the three of them were busy and finally prepared a full bundle of young grass.
Lin Jingzheng followed the two children down the mountain, took the cattle to the cowshed, tied the cattle rope, and rushed towards the village chief's residence.
Before arriving at the village chief's residence, he saw a group of people outside the village chief's residence from a distance.
Lin Jingzheng couldn't help but wonder what was written in the letter that Brother Dayong sent back, and everyone was waiting to see the fun, so he quickened his pace.
"Xiao Jingzhe, here." A fat lady spotted him and waved to him quickly.
"Fat Aunt, why are so many people gathered here? Is there something wrong with the letter that Brother Dayong sent back?" Lin Jingzheng stood next to the fat aunt and raised his head and asked.
"What letter? You're too late to come back. I don't need you to read the letter for me." The fat aunt tugged at him and quickly pushed him in, saying: "The fairy lady is still picking out disciples inside. You go in and touch your own." Good luck."
Fairy aunt accepts a disciple?
Lin Jingzheng was startled and walked into the inner hall with an anxious and nervous mood.
Standing at the top of the hall was a Taoist nun who was about thirty years old. She was holding a fly whisk, wearing alternating blue and purple Taoist robes, her hair was in a Taoist bun, and she was wearing double-sided black shoes with round tops.
There were two young men standing on either side of the Taoist nun. The young man had a green face and a nervous expression, and his eyes were moving up and down, which was very unnatural.
Lin Jingzheng suddenly walked in, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.
"Little Jingzhe, come here quickly and let the immortal check the spiritual roots in your body." The village chief called his hand and motioned for Lin Jingzhe to come over.
"Yeah." Lin Jingzhe responded. Because he was too nervous, his hands and feet were not obedient. Later, the village chief pulled him forward and pulled him under the Taoist nun.
The fairy's eyes also shifted from Da Wu to this young man with a yellow face and a body as tall as a bamboo pole.
Just at this glance, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he stretched out his hand to hold the young man's hand, drew out his spiritual power, and inspected the spiritual roots in his body.
Only then did Lin Jingzhe dare to raise her head, glanced at the Taoist nun in front of her, and then hurriedly lowered her head. This furtive glance made her face turn red.
Although the Taoist nun is middle-aged, her appearance and skin are not inferior to those of any young girl.
Fresh eyebrows and bright eyes, red lips and pink face, rich charm and tenderness, jade bones and ice skin.
Her skin is like ice and snow, and she is as graceful as a virgin.
"Are you willing to follow me back to the Taoist temple to practice?" The Taoist nun let go of his wrist and spoke slowly, without any emotion.
"I, I..." Lin Jingzhe suddenly became nervous and hesitated to speak.
The village chief quickly stretched out his hand to push him and whispered in his ear: "You haven't knelt down to thank the fairy yet."
Lin Jingzhe came back to her senses and bowed forward quickly, her voice excited and nervous: "Jingzhe is willing to return to the Taoist temple with the immortal to practice."
"Okay, you two can wait aside for now." The Taoist nun slowly raised her hand, signaling Da Wu and Jing Zhe to wait aside first.
After receiving the Taoist nun's instructions, Dawu quickly helped Lin Jingzhe and stood aside.
Dawu is the youngest son of the village chief. He has just turned fifteen. He is tall, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and broad shoulders.
"Brother Dawu, does the spiritual root mentioned by the village chief just now refer to the foundation of spiritual practice?" Lin Jingzhe raised his head and looked at this honest young man who was a head taller than himself.
Da Wu patted his shoulder and whispered: "Brother Wu is not very clear, but looking at the current situation, one must have spiritual roots to practice, otherwise the fairy will not let us wait aside."
"Oh." Lin Jingzhe suddenly realized, and said: "When I just came here, I saw so many people gathered around your house, and I thought there was something wrong with Brother Dayong's letter."
