A neither wide nor narrow mountain stream divides Zuilong Village into North Village and South Village.
The North and South villages are usually connected by a stone bridge, and a rusty ancient sword hangs under the stone bridge.
There was an old fishing man sitting on Shiqiao Mountain. He had a square face, a pair of sharp eyebrows, gray temples, and a very rough look.
The old man with the Chinese character face looked at the fishing line intently. Suddenly the fishing rod shook suddenly. The old man with the Chinese character face raised his sword eyebrows and thought to himself, Big fish!
He raised the bamboo pole violently, water splashed in all directions, and the old man with the Chinese character face suddenly smiled like a flower.
"Why is it you?" Seeing that what was caught was not a big fish, but an old man with a Chinese character face said angrily.
Throwing away the bamboo pole, he turned around and walked down the stone bridge.
"You don't want to see me so much?" The man who was caught said with a smile, following the steps of the old man with a Chinese character.
"You also know? Not only do I not want to see you, I also want to kill you!"
The old man with the Chinese character face suddenly stopped. With him as the center, the air within half a meter around him became like substance, the gravity doubled, and the flying birds suddenly turned into blood mist, and then evaporated.
The man seemed to have no feelings but still smiled: "Zhuo Fanlin, do you think you are my opponent?"
"Even if I'm defeated, I can still hurt you!"
Zhuo Fanlin spoke resolutely, and his whole body became more powerful. The ancient sword under the bridge was rusty and fell off, trembling slightly and letting out a low sigh.
"Hahahaha, you really think highly of yourself." The man laughed heartily: "Stop putting gold on your face."
As the voice fell, the ancient sword under the bridge shattered and fell into the water. The old man with Chinese character face had red threads all over his mouth. He was holding back a mouthful of blood without spitting out, and his shoulders drooped.
"Kill or behead as you wish!"
"I didn't say I wanted to kill you, I just wanted to ask a question." The man pretended to be aggrieved.
"Kill or behead him as you wish!" Zhuo Fanlin obviously didn't intend to answer.
"I advise you to think clearly before speaking." The man put away his toys and looked not far away, his tone full of threats.
Zhuo Fanlin followed the man's eyes and saw that the aura he had put away instantly emitted, much more fiercely than before.
"you dare!"
"What am I afraid of? You all dare to come down, why don't I dare to kill you? I seem to remember that her soul was seriously injured and almost collapsed." The man's tone became more impatient.
After a long time, Zhuo Fanlin put away his momentum and begged in a low voice: "Please let her go. Just let her go. Tell me everything I know."
The man returned to his smiling face and said, "Isn't it already like this? Why bother."
"What do you want to ask?"
"Just tell me if you've been feeling anything lately."
"Yes, twice."
"twice?"
"Yes twice, one is weaker and one is stronger." Zhuo Fanlin confirmed after thinking for a moment.
"Let's just talk about the time when I was strong."
"That kind of aura is very similar to the aura when we descended to earth before, but the road to heaven is cut off, so I'm not sure."
"Yes! She did come down to earth. I fought with that person and tried to capture her alive, but she burned her life and escaped. I was also injured. But how did they get down?" The man confirmed Zhuo Fanlin's words.
"Sure enough." Zhuo Fanlin's doubts were dispelled: "I'm not sure how I came down. But I remember that some ancient books I read when I was in the upper world have records of ways to come down to earth without going through the heavenly road, but no one has I’ve tried it but I don’t know if it’s true or not.”
The man nodded: "What is the method? Are there any visions?".
"I can't remember clearly. I only remember that the cost was huge and I couldn't use it a second time in a short time." Zhuo Fanlin shook his head.
"What are they doing here? Have they forgotten what happened seven hundred years ago?" The man looked at the sky, puzzled.
"That's not clear."
"You Zhuo family members are indeed more sensitive to qi." The man praised: "That's it for today. If anything happens, I will come to you again. I hope you can cooperate with me. By the way, if you remember anything, contact me. If it’s useful, how about I warm up her soul for you?”
The man showed a thought-provoking expression, threw a chalcedony, and disappeared into the space.
Zhuo Fanlin took the chalcedony and put it in his arms. Seeing that the pressure dropped sharply after the man left, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the ancient sword with only the hilt left under the stone bridge, he shook his head helplessly and left.
"Master, the little fox is here again." Xie Wule pulled off a piece of chicken breast and fed it to it.
Xie Wule and the old man were sitting by the bonfire in the house.
The old man looked at the fox, picked up the roast chicken in his hand and ate several bites quickly: "This beast is just here to trick him into eating and drinking."
The fox rubbed against Xie Wule's leg. The old man looked at its erect tail, then at the mink velvet on his neck. He rolled his eyes and tore off a piece of meat.
"Little fox, little fox. Come to the old man, there is something delicious."
The fox looked at the old man's malicious smile, took a few steps back, leaned into Xie Wule's arms, gritted his teeth at the old man, and growled from time to time.
"Tch, forget it if you don't want to eat it. I don't want to give it to you yet!" Seeing that the fox refused to come over, the old man stuffed the torn off meat into his mouth.
"Disciple, reduce the sand and gravel by half tomorrow and continue practicing." The old man reminded him as he recalled that Xie Wule could run around the basket today.
After clearing half of the sand and gravel from the bamboo basket, Xie Wule stood by the bamboo basket without moving for a long time.
When the old man saw him in the house, he thought it was Xie Wule who refused to practice this boring thing anymore, and felt a little uneasy. What if he is now eager to ask me to teach him something else? If it doesn't work, give him up.
The old man opened the quilt, got up from the rocking chair and walked out.
"Disciple, I know that practicing cultivation is difficult and boring. But because of this, we endure loneliness and practice with concentration, achieving the effect of accumulating wealth."
"My master, I will show you today what the ultimate body technique is!"
As he spoke, the old man seemed to be walking slowly, but he was extremely fast and his steps were clear and did not raise any dust. He even borrowed a few fallen leaves and flew into the air.
After landing, the old man looked at the dumbfounded Xie Wule: "You see, you can be like me if you practice hard."
Xie Wule was just meditating and did not say he was tired, but it was very nice to see his master showing off his beauty, and his eyes were even more intense.
Seeing Xie Wule's high spirits, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the rocking chair and covered himself with the quilt.
"Ouch, I haven't moved for a long time, my old back hurts me to death."
Two days later.
The old man looked at Xie Wule who was righting the overturned bamboo basket and yawned.
Suddenly the old man stood up from the rocking chair with a start, and the quilt fell to the ground.
Killing intent!
This feeling is all too familiar to the old man. He has been struggling for many years and has offended many people. Naturally, there are also those who want to kill him.
Could it be that one of my enemies has come looking for me?
wrong! This murderous intention is not directed at me. The old man looked up at Xie Wule in the courtyard again. Was it aimed at him?
No matter what, I have to find a way to get away so as not to bring trouble to Chiyu.
The old man walked out and said to Xie Wule: "Disciple, you should practice seriously. If you have something to do as a teacher, you need to go out and deal with it."
"Okay, Master." Xie Wule agreed.
The old man was panicking inside, but he forced himself to appear calm. The fear of death caused his leg muscles to tremble slightly unconsciously.
This killing intent far exceeded anything he had ever encountered before. The person who unleashes murderous intent seems to want to kill someone with just murderous intent.
The old man tried his best to behave naturally and walked slowly towards the town.
step.
Two steps.
The distance between him and Xie Wule slowly lengthened.
Xie Wule stood beside the bamboo basket, feeling inexplicably depressed inside. A cold shiver made all the hair on his body stand on end.
Looking at the sky: "It won't be long and it will get cold again?"
Xie Wule didn't think too much and continued to practice.
The old man still walked slowly and slowly, but with every step he took, the killing intent behind him did not diminish, but intensified. It made the old man even more thrilling.
Who has this kid provoked? Or has his family provoked someone? Let the other party find such a terrifying killer from nowhere. They all came to me, and it seems that this kid's family is in even greater danger.
Don't blame the old man for being cruel. If the old man helps you, it will only add one more corpse. I cheated on you by eating and drinking, but I still taught you something. We each get what we need, and no one owes the other!
The old man tried his best to persuade himself not to feel guilty, and his steps became longer. In a short time, he walked more than a hundred meters.
The sky was pale and the light was getting dimmer.
Snowing. Xie Wule was still in the cycle of knocking over the bamboo basket, picking it up, and knocking it over again.
The old man shrank his neck and pushed down his hat, leaving only his eyes exposed. He felt a lot warmer.
The snow melted and soaked the soil, making the road slippery. The old man was afraid of slipping and took every step carefully, so naturally he could not go faster.
The snow was falling harder and harder, blinding the old man's eyes. The old man stopped, took off his hat and wiped away the snowflakes, and sighed: "Oh, poor little guy."
Looking at the hat in his hand, the old man sighed: "This hat is really good-looking and thick. It costs a lot of money."
The road was indeed slippery, but not difficult to walk on. The old man himself was the one who couldn't walk fast; the snow was a bit heavy, but it wasn't enough to dazzle the eyes. The old man himself was also the one who was confused.
The old man sighed again and turned around without hesitation.
"Old man, you can't go back this time."
"Why not? I'll just hold him back for a while. As long as the boy gets on the horse, is it possible that he can still catch up?"
"how about you?"
"Me? I'm the best in Qinggong. I've run away so many times. What's the difference this time?"
"Okay, whatever you want."
The old man said to himself.
Turning a corner, the open space was unobstructed, and Xie Wule stood swaying beside the basket. The old man breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the extremely strong killing intent. Sweat appeared on his forehead, but his feet did not slow down.
"Disciple."
Before Xie Wule had time to speak, he was pulled into the thatched hut by the old man.
The old man found the broken sword, then picked up the scabbard he had made a few days ago and handed it to Xie Wule: "This is what my master promised you, take it. Now leave immediately."
"But..." Xie Wule needed to refuse. He remembered that his master said he would give it to him when he perfected his sword skills, but he hadn't even started yet.
"Shut up! From now on, I am no longer your master. You ride on your horse."
The old man's tone was serious, leaving no room for negotiation.
Xie Wule didn't know why his master was angry, so he took a step forward. Just as he was about to admit his mistake, the old man pushed him hard against the wall.
How could thatch sandwiched between bamboos bear Xie Wule's weight? A big hole opened in the wall. Snowflakes drifted in.
A long sword pierced the wall and scratched the old man's cheek, and a few drops of warm liquid fell on Xie Wule's face.
The moment the old man mentioned Xie Wule, a figure crashed through the thatched house, picked up the sword, and looked at Xie Wule and the two with sharp eyes.
The man in the Chinese robe was crouching at his desk without raising his head: "Failed?"
Guo Li did not deny it.
"How did you fail?" The man in the Chinese robe was not angry because Guo Li failed, and his tone remained calm.
"I was blocked."
"Then, what about the person who blocked him? Have he been killed?"
"Kill." Guo Li didn't dare to look up at the man in the Chinese robe.
"Very good. If you find another chance to kill him, please step back."
After Guo Li left, the man in Chinese robes stood up and looked at the empty hall: "Is it as he said?"
"My lord, it is true that he was blocked by others, but he had many opportunities before. None of them took action."
The man in the Chinese robe nodded, leaned down and picked up the brush with his right hand: "Kill him!"
"The younger one is his opponent."
"Did I tell you to go alone? You can leave."
"The little one retreated."
There was no sound in the room anymore. The man in the Chinese robe covered his head with one hand, his expression was painful. After a long time, the man opened his eyes, looked at the crooked word 'death' on the rice paper, and asked doubtfully: "This is it?"
