After the road on the mountain disappeared, the poor man far down the mountain glanced up the mountain intentionally or unintentionally, and touched the yellow rope on his shoulder with his hand, "You can't touch this man, and you can't touch it. The person above the fifth realm is close to the sixth realm." Although cultivation is rare, it is best to let the soul of this great talent dissipate cleanly between heaven and earth. He will not take anything with him when he is alive, and leave no dust behind when he dies. The heroic soul in the mountains, rivers and lakes is enough for you. Being greedy is not a good thing.”
The yellow rope finally stopped shaking and was firmly attached to the poor gentleman's shoulder. It seemed like a living creature that had eaten and drank enough, lying on its master's shoulder like a raccoon slave, taking a nap.
Then the gentleman banged the bamboo stick on the edge of the table and asked the students, "I have been studying for a long time. How about we take a break today instead of studying the articles of sages and talking about the swords in the hands of knights and errants?"
Among the students, there are different ages, but many of them have heard about the heroes and heroines in the world. They are tired of reading the articles of saints and are always willing to hear strange things. Therefore, the gentleman standing behind the table saw that the eyes of the students suddenly brightened. Three points, all looked towards Mr.
Seeing this, the teacher joked, "When I was talking about Huaizi's book, I didn't see you so energetic. Now when I want to talk about Jianghu affairs, you guys are very excited. Could it be that the saint's articles can't keep up with the sword in the palm of the Jianghu knight's hand?"
As soon as these words came out, many students in the audience slumped again, and their eyebrows immediately dropped: Most likely, the teacher did not want to say such words, so they had no choice but to recite silently. There were even many very young children who repeatedly Sighing, even the older students frowned.
The teacher touched his forehead in embarrassment, "You didn't say anything, why are you so dumb? I am designated as a teacher who is reluctant to slap his palms on weekdays and spoils you guys. Come on, come on, listen up."
So the gentleman, whose face was no more rosy than usual, cleared his throat and really started talking about swords, wind, frost, snow and rain.
It talks about the sword, which means checking, so it is very important to prevent checking, and when the body is arched, it should be tucked into the arm.
There is an old swordsman in the Corridor Bridge who has saved people from being killed by swords several times. Although he did not get retribution and ended up dead, the broken sword on his side was washed by the rain, and it still looked like a bullfighting.
It is said that there were several famous swordsmen and swordsmen in the world who worked together to descend the Tianshan Mountains.
The old woodcutter on the mountain felt something in his heart, and stepped into Yunzhong's house, only to see only a line of pen and ink left on the rice paper.
Straight as a sword.
"After all, we are not mortals." The old woodcutter was not disrespectful this time, but he sighed deeply. After a long time, he said to Zhao Ziyang, who was standing by and was confused, "I wonder if this little junior brother of yours has got an opportunity. It doesn't matter whether he gets it or not, but The strokes on the rice paper with this sword must be looked at for a lifetime; all the knowledge and actions of a lifelong swordsman are recorded on this rice paper, which is not of good quality. It is tantamount to the gift of reinvention."
The old woodcutter carefully looked at the young man who was still sleeping soundly. The latter clicked his lips, scratched his weed-like bun, hummed twice and then turned over to sleep. The old man frowned and smiled bitterly. He kept asking, "Is this kid always like this?"
Zhao Ziyang crossed his arms and nodded silently, "Normally, it's okay. But when you're drunk, no one can tell. Didn't you carry a broken sword that day to kill that old monster? Before and after you were drunk, you were clearly not the same person."
The old man couldn't help but said happily, "Shan Taorong probably didn't expect that he was used to being honored by his age. In the end, first Wu Shuang, the boy, challenged Wu Jue alone, and then Wu Shuang's disciples came forward with swords in hand and mobilized their troops. , I was forced to retreat by that sword. It seems that all my fame will fall into the hands of you Nangongshan."
"How can I feel so comfortable in this situation?" The old man laughed, and then looked at the boy sleeping in a ball on the bed. He looked more pleasing to the eye for no reason, "Don't worry about him, it's nothing serious, it's just that The remnant soul of the master is attached, and the spiritual platform is slightly suppressed. The advantages far outweigh the disadvantages. After sleeping for a while, he will wake up naturally. The most urgent task now is your senior brother. He is forced to break through the situation of life and death. The situation is a bit bad. If you can make up for it, If I don't reach the fourth realm with great difficulty, I'm afraid I'll have to regress back to the third realm, and it will take many more years to break through and then establish again."
Zhao Ziyang frowned, "How to make up for the shortfall?"
"Refining elixirs," the old man seemed very indifferent, not caring at all that Zhao Ziyang's face was wrinkled at this moment, "Anyway, you Nangong Mountain owes me a lot of debts, and now I don't have to ask you juniors for it, I use your senior brothers. It’s a big expense to think about, so I just think you can pay off my account.”
Hearing this, Zhao Ziyang did not hesitate for too long. He approached the old man with a smile on his face and said, "Don't mention it, it's two different things. If you insist on saying that you don't want to get benefits, you always come to Nangong Mountain to rescue people. You have to pay for it on the mountain." Isn't it a thank you gift? Regardless of whether you accept it or not, this gift must be given."
The old woodcutter stroked his weed-like beard, raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you thinking about?"
"Senior naturally knows the little things about young people." Zhao Ziyang smiled flatteringly, "I don't want you to help our senior brother get through this. After all, this cultivation is hard-won. You have both political integrity and talent. Even a great master can’t help but stand by and watch, right?”
The old man's face darkened, "Boy, try me with this set?"
"Juniors don't dare." Gang Leader Zhao bowed in salute, but his expression was still that of a thief.
Towards the end of the day, the old woodcutter pushed Qian Yin out of the alchemy room, and then stepped into the room on his own. After some tossing around, he opened the furnace to refine the medicine, and he did not forget to call Qian Yin outside the door with an old face. He gets some drinks.
"Senior, there is only so much wine up and down Nangong Mountain. You have been drinking a bucket every day for the past few days. Where can you find wine? If it doesn't work, I have to go down the mountain to buy some." Qian Yin felt desolate in his heart. The good wine that he had been hoarding for several years fell into the old man's belly before he was willing to drink a few bottles. He also dug out more than a dozen jars of spring wine buried two feet in the soil and drank it. Everything is gone. Now except for Master Wu Shuang’s hidden goods, there is no more wine left on the mountain.
"Forget it, I'll go look for Mr. Wu's private goods in person later, and I'll write down this account first." The woodcutter shook his head in frustration, then held the alchemy cauldron with one hand and threw the medicinal materials into it with the other.
It is strange to say that this old woodcutter who dared to kill the people in the Mimen of the Eastern Islands with a raised hand and drove back the Shantaorong with one axe, did not accept hard and soft words and only acted according to his heart, but he chose Zhao Ziyang. He used rogue rhetoric and took action to refine the elixir himself.
However, the method of refining the elixir really made Qian Yin's flesh ache waiting outside the door.
There was a constant roar at the top of Nangong Mountain. It didn't sound like someone was making an elixir, but rather like someone who didn't like the elixir cauldron and smashed it.
In Yunzhong's room, the young man scratched his head and muttered a curse, almost feeling sleepy.
