On the tenth day of March, the old woodcutter in the Nangong Mountain house got up early in the morning and counted the days. It has been almost a month since Wen Yu retreated, but the newly built bamboo house in the back mountain is still lifeless. There was no sound at all. I shook my head and sighed twice. In the end, I didn't go to the back mountain for a walk. I stepped outside and saw the wonderful sky outside Nangong Mountain, and my expression was soothing.
I really can’t say that it’s annoying for Yan Jiaqing to be so drunk all day long. At least when the old woodcutter is depressed, he can always find some relief when he sees Yan Jiaqing staggering up the mountain, laughing and scolding him. It was boring to go there, but now that Yan Jiaqing has left and Wen Yu is in retreat, the mountain looks even more peaceful and unusually clean. Depending on the old woodcutter's usual cheerful temperament, if he stays on the mountain for a few more months, he may have to go to the rabbit nest halfway up the mountain. Chatting with hares and pheasants is better than being alone now.
"It's an auspicious day, and it's a good time to leave seclusion today. If you keep holding back like this, moss will grow all over your body, and you'll be practicing a fart sword, and you'll lose your status at first glance."
The old man cursed, but he really didn't expect that Wu Shuang, who had been secluded in the mountains for a long time, could come out of seclusion. The cultivation paths that could reach the five realms were only those few. Although the latter was extremely talented, If you want to find a new way and find an unprecedented access, after all, it will be difficult to reach the sky.
Originally, the old man just said something casually, but he never thought that the purple energy from the back mountain suddenly rose up, and the vast purple energy shot into the sky, almost dyeing the entire Nangong Mountain purple, and even the sea of clouds on the top of the mountain were covered by this formation. I don't know where it came from, the purple air that had been lingering for nearly two years stirred up, like a black dragon making waves in the sea. Thousands of feet of purple silk floated in succession, rolling like a sea river bursting its embankment, and suddenly poured in. It took a full stick of incense, The purple energy entangled with the sword energy faded away like a great tide, washing away the dust up and down Nangong Mountain.
After the sword energy is exhausted, there will be spring rain.
There was clearly no cloud or fog in the sky, but now the rain was pouring down suddenly, disappearing when it touched anything, as if the rain had never fallen before.
A figure slowly walked out from the back hill, stretched his waist and twisted his shoulders, and took a deep breath.
Eight hundred miles of purple energy, a thousand miles of sword light, and the spring rain that stopped in mid-air were all inhaled by the man, and then swallowed, patting his belly with satisfaction.
“Two years without food or drink, one meal will last ten years.”
The old woodcutter still raised his head, blinked curiously, and then looked at the man in the long gown. He was now quite light and not as fat as before, with a kind face and full of air.
"What path did you take?" The old woodcutter was puzzled.
The man came forward, pretending to be profound, and looked up at the sky, "A master's practice is never certain, but since I heard you keep calling me, I will go out for a walk."
The old woodcutter's expression moved slightly, and he raised his hand to hold the man's shoulder. He had exerted sixty-seven degrees of strength and pinched the man, causing him to jump. He was about to curse a few words, but he still held it back and muttered, "If it weren't for Nan Gong, If you keep guarding the mountain for a long time, you will definitely not suffer this loss.
"After all, I have broken through the five realms. Now I can compete with a few people in the world. I don't need to move around with that virtual body anymore, but I might as well stop and calm down and don't get into too many troubles." The old woodcutter was obviously shaken in his heart. , but his words were quite calm, and he said calmly, "I came out of seclusion very unexpectedly, and I didn't prepare any gifts. I can tell you a few news about this kid, just as good news."
"Your first disciple has been in Beiyanze for a year now. Letters are often delivered to him. He probably really helped those people guarding the border. He has done a lot of help. In this period of time, he has been sent again. There is no news about monsters causing trouble, it seems that all the monsters on the North Road have been blocked outside the pass, and they cannot enter the pass."
"The second disciple found a strange Taoist temple across the world, and wrote a letter every two or three months to tell him that he was doing well recently. I'm afraid it's not far from the four realms. Even with his temperament, I don't know what can change the general. come over."
"Then Zhao Ziyang left with Li San and learned the art of gunmanship for a long time. But in the middle of last year, he said he had learned the gunmanship very well. Going with Li San to find out his life experience would probably be extremely expensive. God knows where you got such great luck. He has also broken into the third realm, just like that girl Wen Yu. However, when he returned to the mountain, he was beaten hard by this girl several times. In the end, he couldn't beat her formation. .”
After the woodcutter finished speaking, he ignored Wu Shuang, who was still listening attentively, and said with a slightly unnatural expression, "You haven't drank in two years, how about two sips?" After that, he put away the money and pretended to go down the mountain to buy wine. But the man waved his hand and walked to the backyard in an instant, then walked out with a frown, glanced fiercely at the old woodcutter who was looking around, and then went to the main hall to search for a long time. When he stepped out of the house again, his face was already red.
"I have hidden nearly a hundred jars of good wine up and down Nangong Mountain, and I didn't even bother to take a few sips of it. Now you, an old bastard, have pried it all clean. I'll pay you for the wine!"
The old woodcutter was here. He changed his temper from the past and actually gave kind words and advice, "When you have just come out of confinement, you need to keep your mind pure and stable. If you act recklessly, your anger may be at the root of the disease. The disease will come like a mountain and go away like a thread." , Don’t let me, my senior, listen to you all day long, that’s too bad.”
If Yan Jiaqing were in the mountains now, he would definitely laugh at him. When this old woodcutter was in the mountains, he always called himself Lao Tzu and could speak hundreds of times a day, regardless of whether there were younger people in front of him or no one around him. Woodcutter is like this in his own time, but now he has a calm face and is good at admonishing.
"If I have to compensate you, let's settle the old accounts first." Ignoring Wu Shuang, whose face turned from red to livid with anger, the old man sat comfortably on the wicker chair, raised his fingers and said, "Now Yi Thirty-five years after Emperor Zhang ascended the throne, you went to Feilaifeng Taoist Temple and borrowed two spiritual treasures. You said you wanted to study the ancient method of refining weapons. By the way, you knocked down two apricot-sized jade stones from the Taoist temple. According to the price in the market at that time, it was about one thousand taels of silver. In the thirty-sixth year of Emperor Yi Zhang's accession to the throne, you went to the place where the old Taoist lived in seclusion, and took away two volumes of formation diagrams, saying that you wanted to give them away. The eldest disciple Liu Qing returned after enlightenment, but there was no news afterward. When asked about the matter, he had two hands in his hands and said that he had never seen them before. If he put them in the hands of a practitioner with a wealthy family, he would sell them for at least several thousand taels of silver. .”
Wu Shuang's face turned two points darker every time he stretched out his fingers. By the time the old man finished using his five fingers and stretched out his left hand, the amount of money in it could already make up a mountain of silver.
"Yes, you are always happy to drink it, and you can look for it later. It is not worth the harm to your harmony."
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Wu Shuang's playful face as he came closer. The green face had not faded away yet. After all, he was compassionate and did not use the other five fingers. Yun Danfeng nodded lightly and agreed, saying that he was a teachable child.
The aroma of tea was fragrant in the main hall. Wu Shuang served the tea with both hands, then raised the tea cup and asked lightly.
"I'm relieved about the other three disciples, but as for Yunzhong, why has the senior refused to mention it for so long."
The old man put his legs on the table, yawned, and replied lazily, "Do you still need to ask? Even if the old Taoist risked his life to use his magical power to turn decay into life, it would be difficult to replenish his meridians. That Shui Lord doesn't know the details. Those few drops of water are indeed magical, but they can only relieve a temporary emergency. If it can't be repaired, at most it will end up like an ordinary person. If you are less lucky, you may not be able to save your life."
Wu Shuang let out a long breath of turbid breath, buried her head in drinking tea, and didn't know how to speak for a while.
"But there is also a good thing. Yan Jiaqing probably took a look at Boy Yun's talent and planned to pass on Huanglong to him. Now he is going out with Boy Yun. Maybe he will give him a chance, and maybe he can fill up the meridians properly, and then Unfortunately, with the yellow dragon following him, he can save a hundred years of hard work." The woodcutter glanced at Wu Shuang, who was meditating, and smiled softly, "Everyone knows that Yan Jiaqing has a weird origin, and many of his magical powers are unheard of, but it makes him He's so familiar with it, maybe he can really save Yun Xiaozi from his troubles and return to the path of cultivation."
"But in the final analysis, it's not helpful for me to be the master." Wu Shuang sighed, with a clear sad look on his face.
The old woodcutter laughed happily and scolded, "There is a saying among the people that the master can only lead people in, tamper with the meridians, and repair the original blood vessels. Only the Qiuhu in Yun Zhong's belly can do it. The rest can be done by anyone." Helpless, no matter that old Niubi, that Buddhist eminent monk, or one of the five masters, they all have weak intentions, so why bother to blame themselves? According to your thoughts, among the famous immortal sects in the world, the number of disciples often exceeds thousands. Count, a lot of people die every year, so those Immortal Family Sect Masters have to wash their faces with tears every day and feel the guilt in their chests?"
"Young boy Yun has been taken care of a lot since he entered Nangong Mountain. Although he is a harmonious fellow student and has a good mentor and disciple, he cannot live under your shelter for the rest of his life. You might as well ask him to do one thing on his own. In my opinion, Come, it's most appropriate." The woodcutter touched the ax on his waist, and his hands suddenly felt itchy.
"A fight?"
Wu Shuang shook his head, but still raised his hand.
The two swords inserted in the stone in the back mountain, the shadow of the butterfly pierced the flowers, and fell lightly into the hands. One was called Wu Gou and the other was called Qingshuang.
"After two years of hunger, it is most refreshing to go straight to the banquet without paying attention to the belly-stuffing theory."
Wu Shuang, who was dressed in a green shirt, stepped on top of Wu Gou and sat down cross-legged. The green frost was flying up and down beside him, and the sound of the sword was like a cry, and it was so joyful. It was clear that he was walking away while sitting on his sword, but Wu Shuang's whole body was filled with purple energy, as if he was being carried by purple clouds in the sky, traveling thousands of miles in an instant.
The old woodcutter was the only one left. He didn't stop him, but drank the tea in one gulp. He was jealous for no reason as to why he didn't practice swordsmanship in the first place.
With his sword and clouds in his hands, he looked like a very tall master.
In the large lake of Taoyuan Island, the young man gritted his teeth to resist the pain in his abdomen, almost bleeding from the roots of his teeth, and his palms were punctured in dozens of places. In the boat next to him, there were several jars of wine, and most of a snake the size of a human head. Lan, I often take advantage of the slack season in Qiuhu to drink some wine, spilling the wine into the palm of my hand, and it can also slightly relieve the pain of the whole body, which is like a knife cutting through frying.
But the young man raised his head for no reason and looked west.
There are only faint cloud shadows, like the sea and the sky.
