"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. It's the first year that you three boys will spend in Fengmian Mountain."
Lao Dao paused.
The three of them stood aside and listened carefully to what the old man said.
"For ordinary people at the foot of the mountain, their parents always give them some small things during the Chinese New Year. You can't go down the mountain, and your father can't come up. I brought you up. As an elder, I should give you something."
When the old man said this, he stopped again.
Li Junchen fell into deep thought. His father didn't give him anything during the Chinese New Year last year. His eldest brother gave him a pony from the army. His eldest sister and Aunt Qiao sewed some clothes and gave them to him.
What did dad give me? There seemed to be a few more pretty maids in the courtyard of the house, and then there was a large courtyard by itself. The courtyard was really big, and it was a little smaller than the Palace of the West.
He said that when the time comes, he should go out for a walk less often and just stay in the yard while riding horses and rowing boats.
That can't be considered a gift, it's more like a prison!
There was some excitement on Lu Youjing's face. There were many brothers in the family, and he was not a legitimate son. He, the eldest son of a concubine, was waiting for hundreds of taels of gold.
He was quite happy at first, feeling that he had finally caught his father's eye, but when he finally heard that his eldest brother had sent him five hundred taels of gold, he couldn't be happier.
The same father, but because they are not the same mother, the gap is huge.
Chen Tianwen didn't think too much about it. His constant gifts were either jade or books, nothing new.
"Senior, what good things did you give us this time?" Lu Youjing's face was filled with joy. But this time, his eldest brother was not here. Everyone had the same things, so there was nothing to worry about.
So he was still very excited.
Li Junchen and Chen Tianwen also looked forward to it and said that the things Lao Dao sent were definitely different from those at the foot of the mountain, and they were still very curious.
The old Taoist sat on the rocking chair, pointed his sword into the void, and shouted softly: "Sword comes!"
With a "whoosh" sound, a sound of breaking through the air sounded in the void.
In the blink of an eye, Li Junchen and Lu Youjing were hovering with swords and swords.
Lu Youjing looked at the knife in front of him, floating in the air, motionless, and exclaimed: "Is this an immortal weapon?"
He looked at the old man in disbelief, his eyes full of shock! He never thought that the gift given by the old Taoist would be so precious. He just said a faint word and the knife flew towards him.
The only thing that puzzled him was that what the old man shouted was "Jianlai", so why did this sword-like weapon also fly over.
Li Junchen looked at the sword in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched, and said speechlessly to the old man: "Senior, you won't say that this sword is your New Year's gift to me! You are too stingy, right? !”
He looked at a wooden long sword in front of him. There was no pattern on it. The whole sword was black. It was the same size as the weapons in the hands of generals who were good at using long swords in the army. It did look like that. , but this thing is made of wood, why are you holding it!
Waiting for spring to come, use it to chop down the flowers and plants all over the mountains and fields!
He is not a three-year-old child anymore, so he still needs toys like this!
Listening to Li Junchen's tone next to him, Lu Youjing seemed to despise the fairy weapon given to them by his senior.
He looked at Li Junchen's face and said dissatisfiedly: "Li Junchen, why are you talking to senior? Senior gave us such a precious artifact, why do you still dislike it?"
He pulled Li Junchen's sleeve and said, "Hurry up and apologize to senior!"
"Where did the immortal weapon come from?" Li Junchen raised his head and saw that Lu Youjing was a little too excited, and he looked puzzled.
Lu Youjing stretched out his hand to grab the handle of the knife, placed it in front of Li Junchen, and said happily: "This weapon, senior, can make this knife fly down from the sky with just one word. What is this if it's not an immortal weapon?"
"Brother Lu, look at the knife in your hand. Does it have a blade?" Li Junchen stretched out his hand and held the blade with his palm. He exerted a slight force on his hand and the blade sank into his flesh, but there was no blood. From his fingers.
Lu Youjing said blankly: "Then this knife can fly, so it can be considered a treasure."
Li Junchen was speechless. Why was Lu Youjing's mind so polarized? Sometimes he was as smart as a dog, and sometimes he was as stupid as a pig.
"Then you are just like the seniors. When you say the sword comes, see if your sword can fly."
Li Junchen rolled his eyes and ignored this mentally retarded thing.
He continued to say to the old man: "Senior, what is in this baggage at your feet? If it is something given to us, just take it out and don't worry about it."
There was a large bundle at Lao Tao's feet, wrapped in a piece of light blue floral cloth.
Lu Youjing put the knife in his hand on the ground and muttered: Come with the sword, come with the sword.
But the big sword was just an ordinary wooden sword. He couldn't fly even if he shouted his throat out. The old way could make the sword fly, all because of his unfathomable cultivation.
Lu Youjing is a warrior in the qi training realm, but he is not even in the body-leaving realm. He can't even release his inner qi to the outside, so how can he possibly retrieve objects from the air, let alone fly like an experienced master.
"Inside the package, I asked my senior sister to make a piece of clothing for each of you. You don't know how long you have been wearing it, and the smell is a bit offensive to your nose."
The old Taoist looked at the stains on the three people's clothes and said with a bit of disgust.
As long as he got closer, he could smell the stench of sweat on it, which was unbearable.
Chen Tianwen looked at Lu Youjing, who was a bit confused. He patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly:
"Brother Lu, don't try it. This is made of wood. Although this knife is made of a peach tree that has been alive for hundreds of years, it is considered an extremely precious thing. But it is not what you are thinking. That kind of magical weapon that can fly into the sky and escape from the earth should not be confused with the same thing."
Chen Tianwen could tell at a glance the wood used for the sword. Centennial peach wood was indeed a rare wood, because few peach trees could live for hundreds of years.
These two swords still have some value in Chen Tianwen's eyes.
Li Junchen opened the package, chose a set of clothes that suited him, and then picked up a pair of shoes.
The clothing is made of gray coarse cloth and is a short winter jacket with no patterns on it, which means that the clothing is thicker than the robe on the body.
"Senior is interested." Li Junchen said thank you to the old man.
Although he didn't try it on, he took a look at the size and knew it fit well and was much more useful than the wooden sword.
