"Gululu..."
The sloppy old man took another sip of strong wine, stood up and planned to leave.
At this moment, the Sixth Elder looked joking, clapped his hands and said: "Okay, okay, since the second senior brother is willing to accept you, little brother, then you will be a member of my Qingshan Sect from now on, why don't you thank the second elder."
When Tao Ziming heard the old man's words, a warm current rose in his heart.
I just felt that in the gray sky, a ray of light pierced the gloomy clouds.
When he turned around and was about to kneel down to thank him, the sloppy old man held his arms with one hand.
The old man said calmly: "No need, these red tapes are really useless!"
The sloppy old man spoke and walked out of the palace door.
Tao Ziming was at a loss for a moment, but fortunately the six elders behind him reminded him softly.
"Since Second Senior Brother has agreed to take you in, then go with him quickly."
Looking at the glimmer of kindness in the eyes of the other elders, Tao Ziming nodded towards them, got up and quickly chased after them.
After leaving the side hall, he followed the old man and walked for about half an hour before he came to a tall and beautiful mountain peak.
Red maple trees all over the mountains and plains rustle in the autumn wind.
On the top of the mountain, there is a simple thatched house, which is the residence of the sloppy old man.
This place is called "Wanmu Peak" and it belongs to the second elder of the Qingshan Sect, the sloppy old man Liu Changkong.
Liu Changkong has been addicted to alcohol all his life, never caring about worldly opinions, and doing things his own way, all based on his heart.
Because of his weird personality, the world gave him a title: The Lone Swordsman.
What Tao Ziming didn't expect was that he was Liu Changkong's only disciple in the entire Wanmu Peak.
Many years later, Tao Ziming once asked the sloppy old man carefully about this issue.
"Master, why have you taken so many years? You haven't even accepted a disciple?"
The old man sniffed the strong wine in the gourd and smiled freely: "Why do you accept so many bastards? It's troublesome to kill someone.
Old man, wouldn’t it be nice for me to drink wine and sleep in the mountains?
Moreover, if I take in too many apprentices, I might get into trouble. I hate dealing with trouble. "
The scruffy old man is a very interesting person.
After Tao Ziming listened, he couldn't help but wonder why such a person who didn't like to meddle in other people's affairs and was afraid of trouble would accept him as his apprentice?
The old man's answer warmed his heart: "Life in the mountains is so boring. Old man, can't I find someone to drink with me?"
Of course Tao Ziming knew that this was not the reason, but he could also feel it in their subsequent interactions.
At the same time, he never told his three disciples that he had a master, nor did he tell his disciple Wang Jianfei.
In Tao Ziming's eyes, this old man who seemed to care about hygiene conditions truly regarded him as his apprentice.
After entering Wanmu Peak, Liu Changkong asked him to stay quietly on the cliff for three days and three nights.
For three days and three nights, Tao Ziming didn't drink even a drop of water.
But because it was the old man's order, he had no doubts or even thought about being lazy. He kept standing in the mountain peak and waited quietly.
Until the fourth day, Tao Ziming's whole body was weak and weak, and his entire mental state once had the illusion that his soul was about to leave his body.
How many days can a person go without eating? Maybe seven days, maybe five days.
But Tao Ziming felt that he had reached his limit, because in these three days and nights, his feet had not taken a step away.
The dew in the morning wetted his gown, and the silent, bleak cold wind in the night made his already exhausted body tremble in the cold wind. At one point, he could no longer hold up and almost fell to the ground.
However, Tao Ziming found that in such an environment, his heart became calmer and calmer.
It seemed like the whole world had gone quiet.
He could clearly hear the cry of every bird, and he could also detect every cold wind, which direction it came from and which direction it went to, and how many maple leaves it had caressed along the way?
On the morning of the fourth day, the sloppy old man appeared beside him quietly.
"You are so persistent." The old man's voice was still as casual as when they first met.
Tao Ziming, who was wandering in the sky, heard the old man's voice and quickly concentrated his energy: "Master has an order, and the disciple dare not disobey it."
The sloppy old man behind him nodded, now reaching out and stroking the messy long beard on his chin: "Did you hear anything?"
Facing the sloppy old man's inquiry, Tao Ziming calmed down, thought for a moment, and said calmly: "On the first day, I heard my hunger. On the second day, I heard the cry of geese in the sky. Last night, I I heard the breathing of the wind..."
The old man laughed and asked, "Have you seen anything?"
Tao Ziming replied: "At the beginning, I thought of my past, the unbearable experiences of being bullied and laughed at.
Later I found that none of this mattered, because the scenery on Wanmu Peak made me feel calm.
But yesterday I discovered that it seemed that I had become a tree in this mountain. There was no difference between me and them. "
That morning, Tao Ziming closed his eyes and fell into a long sleep.
When he woke up again, he was lying in the simple thatched house on the top of the mountain.
Next month.
Tao Zilin's life is divided into two parts.
In the morning, the sloppy old man taught him a unique sword skill: the Heart Sword.
What you see in your eyes is all illusion.
Everything in the world will leave its breath and traces as long as it exists in this world.
No matter he is a human, a demon or a ghost, or a god, a Buddha or a devil.
The secret of Heart Sword is to listen with your ears and feel with your heart.
As long as your heart is firm enough, there is nothing in this world that can never be cut with a sword.
There are a total of eleven styles of the Heart Sword. When Tao Ziming no longer needs to use his eyes to catch traces of the enemy, it means that he has started.
Because the highest state of the Heart Sword lies in the capture of Qi.
Even if his eyes are blinded and his ears are blinded, the location of the other party will still appear clearly in his mind.
A month later, even if Tao Ziming covered his eyes and blocked his ears, he could still accurately use the branches in his hands to easily stab the thirty-six maple leaves flying in front of him.
On the morning of the thirty-seventh day after he started, when he was going to continue his morning practice, the sloppy old man Liu Changkong stopped him: "Wait, you don't have to go today."
Tao Ziming nodded. In the thatched hut, the slovenly old man reached out with a smile and took out a shiny porcelain bowl from his arms. He casually wiped the mouth of the bowl with his shiny black sleeves and placed it before him. in front of.
Then he grabbed the red gourd and filled it with a bowl of strong liquor: "You are a genius, you have learned 90% of my skills.
As for the remaining 10%, you can only rely on you to realize it in the future..."
