There is a mountain behind the Tang Mansion, there is no tree in the mountain, there is bamboo, the spring breeze sweeps, the bamboo leaves are like waves, and the waves are rolling.

There are people living in the mountains, the fence encloses three or two acres of land as a courtyard, a bamboo house, the old bamboo is the wall, the dry grass is the top, the hall is hospitable, the two rooms are the bedroom, the one room is the book, and the one room is placed with farming tools.

There is a small stream outside the courtyard, babbling from west to east, coming from the mountains and going to the mountains.

In the courtyard, there were seven or eight chickens and ducks, some looking for insects in the grass, some waving their wings and clucking; a black dog, lying in the circle, shrugged its ears, its eyes slightly closed, as if asleep; in the vegetable field, an old man with white beard and hair, rolled up his trouser sleeves, bare feet, holding a hoe, waving up and down.

The old man, the earth, the hoe, and the wave form a natural picture.

Spring ploughing, loosening the soil and fertilizing, looking forward to the autumn harvest.

For an old man, there are fewer and fewer things to look forward to, more and more things to satisfy, less time, less desire, contentment and happiness, but that's it.

People's lives are always in a trance between gains and losses, and perhaps they really have to be old to understand the true meaning of happiness.

The old man indulges in this life.

But life is a net that catches all beings, so life is never static, like knots in a net, constantly intertwined. So the tranquility will be broken after a long time.

The black dog suddenly stood up and barked fiercely, and then a young man covered in blood galloped out of the bamboo forest and appeared in the courtyard.

Perhaps it was due to excessive blood loss, and when he saw the old man, he had fallen to the ground.

The old man woke up from an inexplicable realm, stopped waving his hoe, supported the ground with the hoe, looked at the young man who fell to the ground, frowned and said, "Tang Xingzu!" After speaking, he looked out of the fence wall again, and saw a middle-aged man with a thick body walking into the courtyard with an iron spear.

With high cheeks and sharp eyes, a nose hook like an eagle, and a few wisps of goat-like gray whiskers under his chin, he moved with the wind, and his face was peaceful, but his clothes were stained with blood.

He looked at the old man and said gently, "Old man, are you from the Tang family?"

The old man nodded and said softly, "Tang Ruting!"

The middle-aged man also nodded, and after greeting him, he no longer paid attention to the old man, and looked at Tang Xingzu who fell to the ground, and without speaking, the iron spear in his hand stabbed out, straight to Tang Xingzu's throat.

The iron spear is very ordinary, but when it is stabbed in the hand, the sound of a dragon groaning seems to sound on the iron spear.

Grandmaster's Realm!

The old man's eyes narrowed, he raised his feet lightly, the earth seemed to be shrinking under his feet, and before the iron spear arrived, he had already arrived in front of Tang Xingzu, and with a wave of the hoe in his hand, he blocked the iron spear and forced the middle-aged man away.

The power of the hoe was strong, and the middle-aged man took more than ten steps back before he stood firm, he looked at the old man in shock, and said, "Who are you?"

The old man glanced at the middle-aged man dissatisfied, but did not reply.

"Old Ancestor, Xuan Xuan has been killed by him. After Tang Xingzu finished speaking, tears couldn't help but flow.

Xuanxuan is a smart, kind, and beautiful girl, only fifteen years old this year, and the old man still remembers that sweet smiling face.

The middle-aged man raised the iron spear in his hand, but he didn't attack, but just said solemnly: "Hand over the Lotus Sutra, Lao Tzu will leave the Tang family immediately." ”

The old man said: "For the sake of a broken book, I ran to Tang's house to kill people, and I have a lot of courage." After speaking, a suffocating aura suddenly burst out from his body, and he locked on the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man couldn't bear this heavy qi at all, and retreated again and again, frightened, and wanted to escape, but he couldn't suppress the greed in his heart, and shouted, arousing a powerful fighting spirit, gathering all his strength, and striking an angry blow.

The iron spear went out to sea like an evil dragon, and the spear moved before it broke through the air with murderous energy, and stabbed towards the old man like a wave.

The old man didn't move, but the whole world suddenly changed.

The old man is still an old man, but it is as if he is in another world.

The realm, above the mirror is the realm, the peak of martial arts, and then the land immortals.

The middle-aged man was like falling into an ice cellar, his whole body was cold, and he wanted to retreat, but his body was oppressed by an invisible force. Time seemed to stand still, and he saw the old man casually raise his hoe and smash it at him, as if to smash the lumps of dirt in the vegetable patch.

The middle-aged man heard the sound of bones breaking in his body, and his internal organs were shattered by a huge force, and he saw that he was flying, and then his eyes began to blur, and his brain slowly lost consciousness.

His eyes were wide open in fear, but he couldn't blink at all.

The silence is broken, the air is hollowed out by sharp blades, and the sound of 'whoop' is discovered.

The dust was getting closer and closer to Tang Xingjun's heart, and the dust tail was like a gun, wanting to pierce his chest.

Tang Xingjun took a step back, just right to avoid the dust of Yu Xuzi.

This retreat has nothing to do with martial arts, it is an instinct, and it is the subconscious of people to avoid danger in the face of danger.

Tang Xingjun was not sober, his spirit was immersed in an inexplicable realm; countless sword moves flashed, and one move after another turned into water, drop by drop, gathered together, formed a depression, formed a stream, formed a river, and then returned to the sea.

The jade Xuzi shot more and more Lingli, and the Buddha dust turned into a white light, winding and winding, dotting east and west, like an antelope hanging its horns, and there was no trace to be found.

The long sword in Tang Xingjun's hand also has life, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, slow, like a continuous river, and when it is fast, it is like a waterfall rushing down, surging.

Sword light, dust, vicious fights, thrilling constantly.

The two of them moved back and forth in the courtyard, fighting to a hearty place, and Yu Xuzi suddenly screamed, and three more flying knives appeared in his hand, turning into three white lights, and shot towards Tang Xingjun's throat, chest, and lower abdomen. Tang Xingjun took a few steps back, his sword move changed suddenly, the long sword drew a circle in front of him, the big circle was connected to the small circle, and the circle was connected to the circle, and the true qi drove the air around him, forming a huge vortex, rolling the flying knife into it, and with a casual lead, only to hear two sounds, the flying knife shot on the camphor tree not far away, and did not enter the hilt.

The battle suddenly stopped, and the world became clear.

Yu Xuzi still stood in place, as if he had not moved.

Tang Xingjun still raised his long sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yuxuzi.

It's as if it never happened

Immigration!

Tang Xingjun felt that the sky had become cleaner, the earth had become heavier, the wind had become gentler, the world had become more intimate, and all his senses had become acute.

It turns out that this is the realm!

Tang Xingjun became confident again.

Out of the sword, leaping, a ray of cold light flashed out, as if opening up a heaven and earth, like a vast and boundless void, a mighty and turbulent river flew down from the nine heavens.

"Flowing springs and waterfalls, the Milky Way falls!"

Qingfeng erected, deceived and went straight, slashed away with a sword, the sword blade was cut down from the top, and the sword light was like a heavenly river, mighty.

It is the sublimation of the spirit and a deeper understanding of martial arts.

Yu Xuzi had already entered the country, knowing the past harm, his face was solemn, and when the long sword was approaching, Huo Di collapsed, brushed, brushed, brushed, swept the dust, the wind surged, the dust was as straight as steel, and a gust of wind blew, the air was like torn white paper, swinging to both sides, and the dust was like a white dragon sweeping towards Tang Xingjun.

Entering, Tang Xingjun is still in the realm of just entering the country, this is a strange state, the whole person and nature are one, the senses are sublimated and keen, and the body is extremely dexterous, like an ape jumping and throwing, falling together, and the dust is swept under his feet.

The jade void is not old, the dust can be hard or soft, the body is like a boy worshipping upside down, the dust gathers but does not disperse, like a steel whip.

Tang Xingjun put his toes on the ground a little, rose to the sky, and on his head and feet, the sword light pierced the top of Yuxuzi's head.

Yu Xuzi suddenly smiled, no longer fighting, his body was like electricity, he avoided the long sword, and suddenly rushed in the direction of Murong Xiuxiu.

Tang Xingjun was in the air, with nowhere to borrow strength, he couldn't catch up, his heart trembled, he was awake in an instant, and he was trembling, lest Yuxuzi hurt his wife and children, and shouted: "Yuxu Lao'er, stop, Laozi will give you the scriptures." ”

As if he hadn't heard of it, Yu Xuzi was faster, and he had reached the window in the blink of an eye.

Chunhua finally mustered up the courage to accompany Murong Xiuxiu to watch the battle in front of the window, and when she saw the sudden change in the situation in the courtyard, she saw a slender palm grabbing her and screaming;

"Ancestor!" Chunhua shouted in surprise.

"Grandpa!" Tang Xingjun shouted in front of the window, and then asked anxiously, "Xiuxiu, are you all right?"

Seeing Murong Xiuxiu shaking his head, he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his sword and walked towards Yuxuzi.

Yu Xuzi stood up with a flushed face, and was forcibly suppressing the true qi surging in his body, when he saw Tang Xingjun coming with his sword, he sneered: "The gentleman's sword is dignified and upright, do you want to take advantage of the danger of others?"

Tang Xingjun smiled angrily: "Just wait for you to come to the Tang family to kill people and set fire?" After speaking, his body was like electricity, his sword was like light, and he was merciless, stabbing Yu Xuzi in the throat.

Yu Xuzi raised his true qi and jumped up, avoiding Tang Xingjun's sword moves, stepping lightly on the courtyard wall, and flying away with his strength, but saw a thin palm, lightly slapping towards his chest, looking powerless, and without killing intent, but the air around him was frozen by the palm force, making him still in mid-air, unable to move.

World!

Yu Xuzi's heart was like fire, and the cold sweat of the bean was dripping from his forehead like rain, and he roared, not hesitating to endure the danger of ruining his work, reversing his strength, a mouthful of blood spurted out, broke free from the powerful realm, and flew away.

He no longer has the courage to fight desperately.

The old man flicked his fingers, and a wisp of strong wind flew away like a sharp arrow, and it did not come out of the body of the jade void.

Yu Xuzi roared, and the blood burst out in his heart, and he was already a dead corpse when he landed.

The old man's face was calm, as calm as a dead fly.

He is an old man, the old man no longer has requirements for life, and he has been very indifferent to life and death; he did not look at Tang Xingjun again, but walked out of the courtyard slowly.