On July 18, the sky was gray and breezy, as if it would rain at any time, because of the rain just yesterday, the road was muddy, Jiang Xing looked at the slightly rotten and blackened apples in the basket, and smiled self-deprecatingly with a stack of paper money.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Jiang Xing stopped at a small grave, there was no tablet on the grave, I don't know whose tomb it was, and rubbed the mud off his shoes on the dry grass on the side.

Jiang Xing looked at the grave and muttered: "Old lady, it's been thirteen years, you've been gone for thirteen years in a blink of an eye, I don't want to stay here, thirteen years I've been in a daze, I've had nothing to do, and I've been walking like a corpse all day long.

I don't want to do this, I will come to see you again today, and maybe this will be the last time I will look at you. Jiang Xing said this, and tears unconsciously flowed from his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it indiscriminately, placing the finished apple glyph on the grave, and lit the paper money again. Looking at the lit paper money, Jiang Xing ignored the ground that had turned into muddy water because of the rain yesterday, and fell to the ground with a puff, and kowtowed three times in a row.

At this time, a breeze blew the flame of the lit paper money a little swaying, Jiang Xing hurriedly approached, stretched out his palm, and blocked the wind for the flame.

After the flames stabilized, Jiang Xing looked at the low grave and said: "If it weren't for you and I sixteen years ago, I'm afraid I would have died of cold and starvation, if there is reincarnation and reincarnation as Mr. Storyteller said, I really hope that you will no longer suffer from hunger and cold in the next life, and I will be your grandson in the next life!"

"I know that you have been thinking about me, and you can't rest assured when you leave, do you see that I have lived a bad life for so many years? Don't worry, I will take care of myself, but you really lack something below, tell me in my dream at night, I will definitely burn you ......"

After Jiang Xing finished speaking, he couldn't hold back his sadness any longer, and his tears were like beads with broken threads.

His name is Jiang Xing, and he lives alone, basically begging for a living. Sixteen years ago today, an old lady picked him up in swaddling clothes on the side of the street, so the old lady decided that he was today's birthday.

After three more knocks on the grave, Jiang Xing stood up and wiped the tears on his face, pursed his lips and smiled, turned around and left.

Nearly half an hour later, I returned to my small village, Jiangjiaao.

There is an old storyteller at the east end of Jiangjiaao. It came from the north, and it has been said for three or five days. Jiang Xing also likes to listen to the old Taoist tell some fairy stories, so he walked towards the east listening crowd.

As soon as the crowd listening to the book saw that Jiang Xing's body was dirty, it was like a great enemy, and they all moved to the side, mostly disgusted, as if they were afraid of being rubbed by him.

Jiang Xing was disdainful, and found an empty seat to sit down and listen to the old Taoist storytelling as usual.

Everyone was relieved when they saw Jiang Xing sitting down, and they also sat down to listen to the book and listened: "The breeze scatters people and rises against the wind, and the law in his hand changes for a while, and when he drinks, he goes, and he sees a silver flying sword rising into the air, and the sword aura is extremely powerful, as if it has the power to destroy everything.

I saw Kumarosh's scarlet eyes narrowed strangely, and when he opened his hands, a strong black demon aura spread, filling the black mist around him with a wide circle.

The next moment, a sharp claw suddenly appeared on the back of the breeze scattered, but it was Kumarosh who suddenly bullied him. ”

The sword in the air of the breeze scattered people, but it pierced into the black fog and stabbed into the air, he turned his head slightly to the right, stretched out his left hand in front of his chest, put his middle finger on his thumb and index finger up, and said, get up!

The corners of Kumarosh's mouth showed Bai Sensen's teeth, as if he was sure that this grasp would succeed. A small shield in the shape of a turtle shell suddenly appeared on the back of the Breeze Sanren, blocking the blow for him. ”

Immediately after that, the breeze dispersed and flew directly to the left, two or three feet away. The demon clan is strong in the flesh, and what he cultivates is qi, how can he attack the enemy's strength with his own shortcomings. Distance is the way to go.

He stretched out his hand to take the small shield in his hand, and a trace of pain flashed in the corner of his eyes, this small shield was a treasure in his early years, and now he was grabbed by Kumarosh, and there was a thin crack on the surface, and it was no longer the original round treasure, it was estimated that it would not be completed. ”

Qingfeng Sanren and Kumarosh were far away from each other, and Kumarosh laughed: "Old Taoist, why bother to force each other, won't I just suck the essence of the people in a few towns to practice, you and I don't want to entangle, you take your Yangguan Road and I will cross my single-plank bridge, how about I Rosh not come to your human realm to practice in the future?"

"Hmph, Kumarosh, you are heinous in crime, I want to let you go, you ask the hundreds of dead creatures in these towns if they are willing, the people of the demon clan are faithless and unrighteous, in order to practice your exercises, are you not afraid of damaging virtue. ”

"Hahaha, this world is the law of the jungle, if they have the ability to resist me, why bother to be sucked by me, they can help me practice, but it can be regarded as their creation," Kumarosh shook his long hair and said.

"Stubborn, the old man will punish you for the sake of these hundreds of dead souls, even if he fights to the death. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Kumarosh to reply, his hands fluttered wildly, and he took out a large stack of yellow rune paper from the storage bag on his waist, which was full of dense and crooked red and yellow lines drawn like tadpoles.

Suddenly, the wind threw it into the air, and the thick stack of rune paper suddenly burned, and turned into a fire dragon several feet long, and swooped towards Kumarosh with its mouth open.

Kumarosh's face gradually became solemn, and a narrow sword appeared in his hand at some point, the blade was narrow and slender less than two fingers wide, and there was a person who was high, and the whole body of the knife was blood-red, and there seemed to be a faint ghost struggling on it, and the terrible wail of these ghosts came from the blade, which was very sad. Kumarosh was full of demonic energy, and he flew towards the fire rune dragon with a long knife and slashed at it.

At this time, Qingfeng scattered people to the point that there was no trick to direct the action of the fire rune dragon, but he just took a knife out and made a horizontal slash on the palm of his left hand, the ring finger of the little thumb was bent, the thumb of the right hand was against the ring finger, the middle finger of the index finger was stretched out in the palm of the left hand to draw and write, and the spell of the secret technique was recited in his mouth, and his eyes were full of determination.

In front of the battlefield, Kumarosh waved the treasure sword, and the narrow red sword light appeared endlessly, and in a moment, the fire rune dragon was scattered, and slowly turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

Before Kumarosh could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the breath of Qingfeng Sanren suddenly rose a lot, and when he was thinking about it, he saw that Qingfeng Sanren sent out the silver long sword again, and the sword light was sharp.

"You old Taoist dare to burn Shouyuan, you are impatient!" said Kumarosh through gritted teeth.

Qingfeng scattered people and said: "Heavenly Justice! Justice! Always need people to protect it!"

This silver long sword with murderous intent, in Qingfeng Sanren forcibly used secret techniques to burn the killing intent brought by Shouyuan, this sword is enough to be the size of an acre, the sword is still the same, Ling Li's sword qi has already arrived first, as if it has locked the range of more than ten miles within a radius of Kumarosh.

Kumarosh couldn't avoid it, he bit the tip of his tongue and took out a small black flag from the storage bag, and without saying a word, he spewed a mouthful of blood on it, and stuck it on the ground in front of him.

The fingers flew and pinched, the flag was long in the wind, became the size of acres, and became a black black smoke wall, the smoke rolled, extremely thick, and at the same time sent out a black iron shield, shiny and bright, at a glance you know that it is not ordinary,

At the same time, a blood-red mist appeared on his body to envelop him, which seemed tedious, but in fact it was only a few breaths. The sharp sword arrived in the blink of an eye, and it directly broke through the smoke wall and slashed at the small shield like a devastation, only to hear the red blood mist, ah, and then the red blood mist slowly dispersed, and I couldn't even see the figure of Kumarosh.

Qingfeng Sanren sensed with a divine thought, Kumarosh was hundreds of miles away, I am afraid that he used a secret technique similar to a small hidden danger of blood escape, Qingfeng Sanren collected the sword and wanted to chase away, and suddenly the spiritual power in the body was disordered, but it turned out that he used all his strength to urge the sword to cast spells, and he had already injured his vitality.

Hurriedly took out two pills and filled them in his mouth, and crossed his knees on the spot. But he said that this Kumarosh was extremely miserable at the moment, his right arm was broken at the shoulder, the wound was gushing and bleeding, two hemostatic charms were pasted, and he took several pills to feel better, and scolded in his mouth: "This old immortal is really not afraid of death, fortunately, I made the blood shadow escape in advance, otherwise I am afraid that I will have to explain here today." ”

In a hurry, they fled to the west in a hurry.

"What happened later......"

"And what happened later......

A group of small children, bored women chattering

The old man said, "Later, ......"

By dusk, the fiery red sun had stretched out the trees, the shadows of the houses, and the chimneys of some homes had already risen with smoke, a quiet and peaceful scene. Birds chirp happily and jump on the trees.

The old man's book also talks about the same, leaving a pit for people to come back tomorrow afternoon, some people bring him food, some give him money, but not too much, the sparse people are basically gone, and occasionally there are naughty children who stay here and there is a lot of noise.

Jiang Xing was still sitting in place and didn't move, he crossed his knees, put his hands on his feet and crooked his neck, and suddenly asked, "Old man, do you really say that there are immortals, do you really have immortals?" ”

The old man has a lot of wrinkles on his face, but he is indeed a person who loves to laugh, his hair is gray, let it float messily, his eyes are not big, but they are bright, he looked at Jiang Xing: "Yo, why do you say this, the world is big, you don't know much"

Jiang Xing's eyes suddenly widened when he saw him say this, "Old man, what you said is true?

"Hey, hey, hey, kid, don't stare at the beads, your eyes are small, and you won't grow big if you stare at them," the old man laughed and snorted.

Jiang Xing hurriedly got up and walked to the old man and sat down, "Old man, since what you said is true, then see if I can learn immortal arts, learn the art of cultivating immortals?"

The old man stared at him in surprise and pouted, "Boy, I see that you are also a person with a heart, so do you know what qualifications are qualified to practice immortal arts, how to practice immortal arts, why are there so many mortals in this world, and how to practice immortal arts?"

Jiang Xing has been thinking about how to cultivate immortals these days, and his long skills can be regarded as meeting a person who understands, and he knows how to talk about it without pretending to be a grandson at this time; "Old man, please tell me about it, I am willing to listen, I also want to know." ”

"Haha, the good old man will tell you about it, for the sake of you being so studious, you know that people are divided into three, six, nine and so on, some people are born destined to be mortals, destined not to walk on the road of cultivating immortals, such as me, I don't have a spiritual root, some people are born to be the pride of heaven, destiny returns, this can't complain about others, can only complain about creation and make people, some people are born with a good life and good spiritual root, and get twice the result with half the effort. Got it"

"Then what is a spiritual root, and what is twice the result with half the effort?" Jiang Xing struck while the iron was hot.

"Hehe, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, the five spirit roots, the innate physique can't be changed, there are also some alien spirit roots, I know very little about this, but they are all people in ten thousand, alas, they are all enviable people" The old man first smiled freely, and then said that his eyes slowly became obsessed and yearning: "Boy! Heaven and earth reincarnate all things, in fact, you and I are ignorant, how is it a blessing." ”

"This avenue can become a thousand miles without one, and the sky and people fight, the avenue is against the current, a careless will capsize, chance and risk coexist, only the heart of the resolute, the great luck comes to prove this supreme avenue, become the eternal person. ”

"Actually, if I don't go against my heart, I'm so old, I have no regrets about dying at night, I am willing to fly above the nine heavens and let the wind blow, cold rain, alas, think about what it looks like on this......"

Jiang Xing looked at the obsessive and yearning eyes of the old way, and in an instant, he was in a trance, thinking that he was living in his own imaginary world, and the story he told may have been heard by him, or it may have been made up by himself, but who knows?

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