"Third Junior Brother, now you understand why Yunzhong Meridian is not suitable for cultivation. Master is still willing to accept him as his disciple." Liu Qing sat firmly on the long step, put away her palms and sighed softly, "I never thought that I would be so arrogant by chance. , spying on the furnishings in the little junior brother’s house, on the contrary, it makes you and me feel stuffy in our chests.”
Zhao Ziyang held his head in his hands and looked blankly at the house in the mountain that was not quite right. He winked and said, "Maybe it's because of love and righteousness, or some other reason?"
"It's too far off topic," Liu Qing still whispered softly, "Actually, it's just because this kid is doing a good job as a person."
"I am born with a fear of heights, but I prefer to sit upright and watch the clouds. How difficult it is."
"You don't need to say more about the matter of my junior brother and mother. You will naturally understand how many people are just a boy in a remote village before entering the immortal sect. After going up the mountain, their whole person changes. They forget their roots and only focus on their own promotion through the master's sect. It’s really not easy to maintain such a state of mind. What’s more, my junior brother has always been diligent and hardworking in what he does on the mountain, so it’s not easy.”
The scholar suddenly shook his head and sighed, "Many people claim to be cultivating, but in the end, no one has cultivated well, and talking about the level of realm and wealth does not count at all."
Zhao Ziyang on the side held his cheek and sighed heavily: "At least I know who my parents are. I'm afraid I won't be able to find out where I came from in this life. Apart from practicing in the mountains, there seems to be nothing." What I probably want to do is, after I become a successful practitioner, wander around in the world, see famous mountains and rivers, and find a wife for the rest of my life. I really haven’t thought about the rest.”
Liu Qing looked at Zhao Ziyang and said with a smile, "No, the ups and downs in this world are just like those of an opera singer on the stage. There must be a time to dress up properly and perform on stage. Don't be impatient and practice spear enlightenment with peace of mind. That's the right way. Just take it step by step.”
Zhao Ziyang, who was sweating profusely, thought about it, rubbed his chin and said firmly, "It makes sense. Senior brother will definitely become a saint in the future. What he said has always been reasonable. Junior brother admires it."
The scholar continued to laugh and said: "Why don't you go practice shooting? Just sitting on this step, can you practice a masterful shooting skill?"
The young man who was still sweating smiled, raised his neck, grabbed his gun and ran away. I don't know why, compared to Wu Shuang, who is usually more stern, Zhao Ziyang is more afraid of this elder brother who usually has gentle eyebrows and a soft smile. But what exactly is he afraid of? Even Zhao Ziyang himself doesn't know clearly. Maybe It was because I had never seen the eldest brother dressed like a scholar get angry, so I never dared to provoke him too much.
Zhao Ziyang had only taken two or three hundred steps when he felt the tip of the big gun in his palm shaking slightly. He immediately frowned. He raised the spear and examined it carefully, but found nothing. The tip of the gun did not move at all, but when he held the handle of the gun in his palm , but the gun tip trembled slightly again, strangely tight. The spear moves taught by Wu Shuang are particularly focused on thrusting the spear, which is powerful and heavy, going straight and straight, with a full and full murderous aura. There are few tricks that rely on shaking the spear to shock and hurt people; but now the tip of the spear is As if born from spiritual wisdom, he actually took Zhao Ziyang's right arm and wrist, shook out a series of spears, splitting rocks and flying sand, and carved deep gun marks on the bluestone path like lotus flowers.
When Zhao Ziyang withdrew his force, the spear head trembled and became stronger. When he applied more force, the spear head retracted its strength. It was as slippery as a fish without scales and fins in the river. It came and went freely, uncertain. .
As if the spear was deliberately trying to compete with him, the force of the force stopped and the gun was raised. Around it, Zhao Ziyang used his strength to swing out the spear move, and stabbed the head of the gun hard into the cliff. This force of force always followed him, continuously. Then, his already mature and stable wrist was pulled loose.
Zhao Ziyang thrust the gun into the cliff and frowned.
The third junior brother's actions just now were seen by the scholars standing on the long steps, with thoughtful expressions on their faces.
Although the master's sword energy has always been strong and straight in opening and closing, the spear moves are particularly powerful with the force of breaking and breaking. However, the set of moves taught to Zhao Ziyang are particularly frequent with the stabbing move. Now the spear is vibrating on its own, which is not necessarily the case. The bad thing is more like Wu Shuang's plan in advance.
The origin of the spear is not as ordinary as its appearance. It has a narrow blade and a long blade, especially good at chopping. During the time when Liu Qing went up the mountain to become his apprentice, the spear was stuck on the back mountain. During the more than ten years of wind, frost, rain and snow, it actually Not a trace of rust.
After thinking about it, Yun Zhong, who had been in the house for a long time, ran out, carrying a cloth bag, and said to Liu Qingle, "Brother, with these items, we can probably gather together the guide for the virtual elixir, why don't we just do it this way?" Want to try the alchemy room?"
"Don't be impatient. Tell me what you have brought." The scholar did not move, but looked curiously into the package.
"It's easy to say," the young man squatted at the foot of the long steps and opened the cloth bag happily. "The first object is a dozen long swords bought by Qi Qi's former master. Although most of them are broken into pieces, they can at least be sharpened. It has to be sharp and light, and as a swordsman, I don’t put anything related to the sword in the Xudan, so it doesn’t feel right.”
The scholar pursed his lips and said, "That makes sense, what about the next thing?"
The young man took out a half-hand-high porcelain bottle from the corner of the cloth bag, but did not unscrew the cork on the top of the bottle. He said somewhat unnaturally: "The porcelain bottle contains Shuoshu wine. I gave some leftover to someone else. I poured it into this porcelain bottle. At that time, my stomach was so tight that I couldn't bear the pain, and I almost gave up my taste for drinking. If it was really the wine bug that caused the problem, I would put it in front of my nose and smell it, just to satisfy my craving. I think After thinking about it, it seems that it is not a bad idea to use it as a flavor guide."
"Next item." The scholar struggled to hold back his smile, covered his face with his palms, and spoke concisely and concisely.
The young man nodded, took out a small handkerchief from the package, and unfolded it carefully, "When I left home, I pinched a handful of soil and wrapped it in the handkerchief. My father said that the fortune teller when I was young said that I was destined to be Yang Earth. , maybe this bag of soil from my hometown can also be used as a medicinal herb, just like it fits the same fate, which is perfect."
The puzzling thing is that after the scholar saw this handful of soft soil, the smile that had already spread between his lips and teeth slowly stopped, and he said seriously, "There are three objects in total, and this native spring mud is the most useful as a medicine." That’s right, just now, little junior brother, when you took out the broken sword blade and the wine from the porcelain bottle, I really looked at the Coke, but only the spring mud of my hometown is not allowed to be laughed at."
The scholar lowered himself and helped the young man pack up the broken blades and handkerchiefs and porcelain bottles. He smiled at the young man beside him and said, "Although it is hard to say that these three types of objects are the most suitable, they are what you want after all. Why don't you, senior brother, give you another one?" , just enough to make up the four figures, what do you think?"
"It all depends on senior brother." The young man raised his head with a bright face.
On the surface of the face, there is no more wind and rain.
