The flowers bloom on the mo, the light fragrance is sparse, and the breeze blows the willows. Double guest accommodation double, cross the sky into the clouds, and the clouds are blue and light.

Next to the clumps of turquoise oil, Lu Yinzi waved his hand, and five spiritual lights came out of the wide sleeves, five people, a girl, and four children.

He Shenju said in surprise: "What about them?" suddenly slowly cried silently. "It seems that I can't get revenge. The more he cried, the more sad he became, and he sat on the dirty ground, clinging to the sword that had been snatched away.

Cheng Ruping persuaded softly: "Okay, don't cry, if it's useful to cry about everything, then your knife practice is meaningless." ”

Lu Yinzi breathed a sigh of relief, because it was too dangerous just now, but fortunately it was fine.

He Shenju stood up violently, pulled out the knife in his hand, and practiced knife skills by a stone, from what he saw in the village how others turned around if they waved, learned a mess, after all, he couldn't remember, he slapped his little head hard, trying to recall the moves recorded in his mind, but it was still in vain, he could only practice the moves independently developed, while everyone was resting here, he took Yan Zhuang to the roadside to practice the knife, according to the original move to cut a few flowers and plants, while cutting and walking, not slow.

Cheng Ruping shouted, "You two don't run far. ”

In front of him was a grid of rice fields, He Shenju sat on the ground, pulled Yan Zhuang to sit down, and looked around with panicked eyes, as if he was afraid that someone was eavesdropping nearby, only to see that there was no one around, and the farmers who stayed in the field were far away. He said with confidence: "I'll tell you something today, you promised me that I wouldn't tell others, especially the old man and Sister Ru Ping." ”

Yan Zhuang said strangely: "What's so mysterious?" took out an orange from his arms, handed it to He Shenju, and said, "Come, give it to you, thank you for taking care of me last time, this is what they gave me." ”

He Shenju was stunned, and quickly slapped his little hand away, and the orange rolled down the low grass into the ditch.

Yan Zhuang asked in surprise: "What are you doing, I'll give you food, what's wrong with you." ”

He Shenju said in fear: "This orange is poisonous, their things, you can't ask for them." ”

Yan Zhuang said: "This is what they gave me, saying that they asked me to steal your knife, so this orange is not poisonous, who will steal the knife if they poison me?"

He Shenju said anxiously: "What? you...... You. ”

Yan Zhuang said: "Don't worry! I'm not so stupid." You're also my friend. ”

He Shenju was overjoyed, bared his teeth and grinned: "Okay, I believe in you, but you will tell me everything in the future, and you are not allowed to hide it from me." He muttered as he spoke.

Yan Zhuang said happily: "Okay, oh, by the way, what did you want to tell me just now?"

He Shenju stood up again and looked around, sat down and said mysteriously to Yan Zhuang: "Let me tell you, I found a book in the village, and there is a villain holding a sword in the book, as if he is practicing swords, but it doesn't seem to be it, so you don't tell others." He cautiously poked out a pale yellow book from his bosom, and saw that the paper was excellent, with four black characters printed in the upper left corner. Slowly turning the first page like a treasure, I saw a beautiful woman like a flower, who was sticking her sword diagonally into the ground, and on the second page, I saw her rising high, and the whole person hung upside down in the air, the tip of the sword pointed straight to the ground. He Shenju turned a few pages, and the villain's swordsmanship, steps, and posture in the painting looked like a long time of nectar, and he was drunk in it and danced with his hands.

"These four words seem to be called what 'flowers' and what 'methods' can't be what swordsmanship, right? Who did you pick them up from?" Yan Zhuang asked curiously.

"It was the aunt in white, I saw her fall from a fight, and she fell behind a pillar at that time, and no one saw it, so I ran over and picked it up and put it in my arms. He Shenju was out of breath.

"Oh!" Yan Zhuang said lightly.

The two decided to practice again when they had time, and at this time a farmer in the field came up from the field with a hoe, and just happened to pass by the ditch where the oranges had just dropped, Yan Zhuang asked in a whisper: "Uncle, can you help me catch the oranges for me!" The farmer saw their innocent appearance, the ditch was very deep, but there was no water, it was too deep for the child, so he smiled and helped.

Another farmer with a big nail palladium followed up with the farmer with a hoe in front of him and sighed: "Alas, this year's river has dried up again, how is this good?" ”

The farmer sighed, "Yes, there has been no harvest in the past few years, and since the collapse of the dark river on that hill has cut off the water supply, we have been starved of water to death." ”

Yan Zhuang said with a sad face: "Then do it, if there is no water, they will drink to death." ”

The farmer with the big palladium seemed to be difficult to speak, but he still replied to a child's words and complained, pointed to the crops in the field and said: "Each of us will beat dozens of buckets from our homes to this field every day, a few miles away, but it is still a drop in the bucket, and the supply exceeds the demand." Seeing the crop ......" he said he could not go on any longer.

He Shenju was puzzled: "A bunch of grass things, what's the use?"

Yan Zhuang gently tapped his little brain melon seeds with Xiao, and said, "That's for eating." ”

After the old man farmer left, He Shenju kept imitating the villain in the book, jumping and turning, slashing left and right, but he still felt that the sword and sword moves were very lame. It wasn't until Cheng Ruping shouted that he went back to meet everyone.

Rugged mountains, lonely and lonely villages. Sleep in the barren forest at night in the clouds and mist, and take the dawn moon to the dangerous road. The sunset smells the barking of dogs, and the frost listens to the roosters in the morning. The shadow of the mountain will sink, and the willow shade will gradually disappear. The broken glow reflects the red light of the water, and the sunset turns to collect the blue mist. The fisherman by the stream returned to the village, and the woodcutter in the field returned with a heavy load.

The six of them walked for several miles, seeing that the sun on the hill was red, and soon it would be dark, so they found a family to spend the night, but they did not expect that this family was actually a farmer with a hoe seen in the field, and the farmer entertained them very warmly, coarse tea and light rice, but also hungry and did not choose food, and the next day at dawn, the Yin Zi paid a few taels of silver as a reward, and the farmer's rice field was sluggish, but did not push it around. And they had to hurry away.

A winding Yangtze River, along the way, Lu Yinzi let the five people rest for a while, waiting for everyone to sit down, He Shenju secretly opened the books picked up in the village, carefully looked at a few villain patterns, and secretly withdrew in his arms, the treasure knife in his hand kept waving, the footsteps kept moving, because the knife was too heavy, danced a few times, and put the knife tip on the ground, supported his body, panting for breath, obviously struggling, full of fine crystal sweat, put the treasure knife back into the scabbard, gasped, staggered to the riverside shallows, only to see the river vast, endless banks, found that he existed in the world without a relative, his brother life and death unknown, the big enemy and powerless, saw the three locks of the head of the child by the river teasing the guy who likes to sleep, having a lot of fun, as if seeing him and his brother playing when he was a child, even more sad, he began to miss home again, and began to think about his father and mother again, but in the impression, their shadows have been very blurred, including his eldest brother, thinking of this, can't help but shout like the rolling Yangtze River.

"Ahh

All the eyes on the shore turned to him, and they saw that he was constantly washing his face with water by the river, as if he was a beggar who had not washed his face for several years, frantically pouring water on his face, so that he could not forget his father's face, and he could not forget his hatred.

Lu Yinzi is not far from everyone, they are all in sight, and they are not afraid of any intentional danger.

After He Shenju vented his emotions, his spirit was also much more refreshing, and Yan Zhuang didn't know when he was beside him and patted his shoulder. He Shenju smiled lightly in return, and then practiced the knife hard.

"Ah, what do you see that?" cried out to the three-headed kid by the river.

All the children gathered around the shallows, and saw a yellow wooden sword floating on the water, with the river ripples up and down, and duckweed ginseng and together, very close to them, almost within reach, He Shenju was not much interested, turned his head to practice the knife, licking his fingers The child also "smacked", still lying on a mottled bluestone to sleep, stretched his waist and said: "What do you think is eating?"

The three locks of joy said, "I'll go and get it and play with it." Knowing that his hands were not long enough, he broke a long branch from a tree on the shore and crouched down to hook up with the yellow wooden sword.

"Hey, what are you doing!" a man's voice sounded in the back.

Sanyi looked back, and there was an inexplicable young man behind him, only to see that he was dignified, with a dusty temperament, and dressed in milky white clothes, which made people feel close.

He slowly approached the edge of the riverbank, leaned against the yellow wooden sword, and said to Sanyi in a playful tone: "Little boy, do you want to take my sword?"

Sanyi said in a milky voice: "Is that your sword?

The man in white smiled and said, "My sword doesn't have any mark. It's just that if I call it, it can promise me, and not only that, but I can also make it pee, believe it or not. ”

Sanyi disdainfully argued, turned his head no longer to look at him, and still hooked the wooden sword under the branch, his branch could not touch it, so he could only paddle the water to let the sword float over, disgusted the man in white and said: "Bragging, I can't get him so good, you still tell him to pee, if you can do it, I will give you the remaining nectar in my pocket." ”

"Persimmon, you splash him with water in the face and convince him, your master and I haven't robbed a child's things for a long time. The man in white chuckled.

Strange to say, the sword in the water seemed to understand his words, only the tip of the sword was cocked, the hilt was still on the water, and it spat out a long river of water to the child who was fishing for the sword in front of him.

"Ahhhh

The three-locked-headed child waved the spit water indiscriminately, quickly dodged, ran behind a big tree, stretched out his little head and kept watching.

The man in white was quite frightened, jumped into the Yangtze River, the children saw his actions were very curious, and when they looked at the shore, they saw him holding a yellow wooden sword, waving in the wind, indescribable happiness, going back and forth in the river at will, and his body never sank, which was very interesting.

He Shenju said happily: "Immortals, immortals, you come ashore, you come ashore quickly." He finally met a capable person again, and he was so willing to miss the opportunity to apprentice.

The man in white floated ashore lightly, tied a yellow wooden sword to his back, and triumphant. He Shenju stepped forward and said, "Immortal, can you teach me how to practice." ”

The man in white laughed and said, "Why should I teach you." ”

The three locks of the head said happily: "Immortal, can you give me the wooden sword to play with." ”

The man in white had already walked to the road, and saw an old man with a fairy wind and bones, holding a whisk in his hand, meditating on a side of the bluestone, and there was a delicate and heroic girl on the right hand, sitting cross-legged, and the old man and the girl were sitting in the same gesture.