A man and a woman wearing the most common gray robes of the Taoist sect, holding the most common one-word Hunyuan bun in the Taoist sect, each carrying a wooden sword, came all the way east from the coast of the East China Sea as if they were practicing asceticism.
It's just that a large sword that seems to be thicker than the woman's waist is slung on her back, and a light and narrow wooden sword is held in the man's hand, which doesn't match at all.
Just don't care about other people's eyes. If he likes it and she likes it, that's the happiest thing. There are so many passers-by in life, why bother with thousands of knots.
I once drank stream water to quench my thirst, and dug grass roots to quench my hunger. With him by my side, there is nothing like delicacies from mountains and seas.
I have been to famous mountains and rivers, and waded through streams and rivers. With her by my side, the beautiful scenery of Yaochi Wonderland is everywhere.
It's like being a knight with a sword, aimlessly. Although he was speechless all the way, the moment he turned his head, he could show the most ordinary curve of his eyebrows, which is good-looking.
This is the great scenery of life. In the peaceful and prosperous times, there will no longer be looting and robbery like in the troubled times, especially in the Central Plains, the hinterland of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Then he paid a visit to the little path-cutting thieves and the rooster-crowding and dog-robbers whom he had heard of along the way. She saw his sword attack after pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger... It couldn't be called a sword attack from the east, it could only be said to be a random strike with the sword to clean up those rogue thieves.
She just smiled and pointed her thumb to the sky and the ground. He can be described as an indomitable hero. He knew that she had liked yellow flowers and playing with butterflies since she was a child, so every time she passed by the beach, riverside, wall corner, roadside or bush full of winter jasmine flowers, he would look at this woman who was already a wife, like a young girl waiting to be married. , pull back your sleeves and pick up your skirt, your eyes are full of spring.
Just like a river of spring water flowing towards the heart. She knew that he had been fond of writing since he was a child. Every time he rested, regardless of wind, sun or rain, she would find the flattest piece of ground or a stone slab, squat in front of him, and watch him use his sword as a pen and his hands move like clouds. The trend is like running water.
The happiest thing was to come across some gatherings in the countryside. This woman who was born deaf and mute would take off her eye-catching sword and go to the stalls selling the cheapest and most inferior pens and ink, and make gestures. Just to get the price of a copper plate, I had to ask the boss to give me some inkstones that I could tell were the roughest at first sight.
She polished it with bare hands, while he stroked it and wrote poetry. Already accustomed to each other's various habits, just as she was accustomed to her silence, she was also accustomed to his silence for her sake.
A small poem that has nothing to do with rhythm, style, artistic conception, or meaning is the biggest vow he gave her.
This was the night before he attended the Spring Festival of that year. It was the first month of February. God sprinkled salt while she studied the ink and he picked up the pen. It was done in one go.
The opening four words: spring snow on the string.
"The half-moon tower ignored the bright window lattice outside the west building for a long time. The spring breeze passed hundreds of miles away in one stroke and passed eastward. Years passed without guessing. I sat quietly and watched the scenery behind me. But I waited for the fireflies and the light snow to wake up the branches and thin leaves and invited me to sing a pipa beside me. Who cares about Haruyuki on the string? Did he remember that when he picked up a thousand lines of pen and you studied ink? "Sixty Years Disease is the easiest to cure." He promised her, but he wanted to write this rhyme to all corners of the country.
She thought it was normal, just like she would brush his clothes, brush his sleeves and smooth his brows in his sleep.
She felt this was normal. Just like that year in the imperial examination, the test questions revealed that the examiner had cheated, and all the students in the same period were demoted to official positions. This man who had vowed to win three yuan in a row in the imperial examination but only got the title of "Tianhualang", was innocently implicated before he could show his ambition, and he refused to return in anger. Report to the countryside, express feelings about the mountains and rivers, seek immortals and visit the road.
She followed him around without leaving, bringing tea and water, and waiting attentively. She thought this was normal.
She, a country girl, didn't quite understand the principles of three obediences and four virtues. She just thought that being able to accompany him was like what was written in the book.
From then on, this abandoned man who had no intention of pursuing an official career devoted himself to practicing Taoism. She accompanied him to practice Taoism without a matchmaker or a ten-mile red makeup.
She thought this was the most normal thing. By chance, Tan Hwa Lang, who abandoned Confucianism and practiced Taoism, went straight to Qingyun Road. It took him ten years to realize the profound method of two-handed swords and became a proud Taoist.
Of course she thought this was normal. At that time, there was no Tanhua Lang who was ten miles away and used his sword to prove the truth. Ten years later, he told her that he was like a stone, and he would grow old together with her.
She felt it was abnormal. He rarely spoke to her because of her. There is no such thing as a girl looking for a husband.
He wanted to practice Taoism and thought she didn't even cry when he was left behind. I just burst into tears after hearing those words.
From then on, the Taoist priest Zhao Ruoshi of the Laoshan sect wielded a two-handed sword, and the lady who was always beside him became a swordsman.
A Taoist monk carrying a sword. Natural, perfectly normal. So now, when the young Taoist priest who is expected to become the next head of the Taishan Sect turns around and stares at the couple of Laoshan Sect Taoist monks with bare eyes, it is natural for Zhao Ruoshi, who has learned great tricks as a prostitute to explore the beauty of the waste list. He put his hand on the sword behind his wife's back and gently pulled the woman who wanted to grow old with him behind him.
He didn't speak, but she understood. Natural, the most normal thing. The breath in the body instantly circulated around the sky, much faster than usual, and then came out through the body, filling the whole body for more than ten feet.
He knew that this was not Shi Gandang, but that he must have some inner demon. God is like this. When he closes a door, he always has to open another window for him.
For example, if you make him well-informed and knowledgeable, he will know a thing or two about the mysterious methods that others don't understand.
The long and narrow wooden sword was not unsheathed. It was tilted in front of the chest in a defensive position. He looked around vigilantly, from far to near, from front to back, and from top to bottom.
Some people have inner demons, and naturally some people have inner demons. He's looking for someone with inner demons. Then I saw a figure in white robes stretching out her arms and waving her claws, like a female ghost poking her head.
The hand that had never left the sword behind his wife's back gently poked her, beckoning the woman to look. Because her husband had only practiced simple swordsmanship, the woman threw down her big sword from behind and stood in front of her. The nearly half-foot long sword was like a shield, which could be used for offense or defense.
Zhao Ruoshi and Lin Xue, who saw the secret, had a clear understanding of each other. With a simple gesture, they stopped caring about his wife and took a step forward.
Lin Xue, a woman who had a tacit understanding with her husband for a long time, spun around like a butterfly dancing, and drew the sword in a sword-unloading style, clean and neat, as smooth as the two characters carved by the man on the rare white sword blade.
Together. Zhao Ruoshi looked up and stared at the female ghost in the tree, grinning. He drew his sword, and the moment the scabbard left it, a white rainbow streaked across the sky, giving him a startling glimpse.
The blade of the sword is engraved with two characters, one stroke at a time, full and round. Whiteheads.
