"You can't catch me. The boy no longer dwelled on the question of five hundred sinners, looked down at General Wang's general's belly, and said calmly.

Wang Deyong was stunned and said with a smile: "If you can't catch it, you have to give it a try." ”

"I've tried three hundred times, do I want to try again?"

The little boy sighed and said, "That's why you have three hundred holes in your stomach." ”

General Wang took off the broadsword from his back, pulled out a *** in his left hand, and put on a posture of sword strike.

Faced with this posture of waiting, the little boy just flicked the sugar gourd skewer in his hand, and just ate the last hawthorn wooden skewer, like a sword with a sword hilt.

He flicked it, and a mighty atmosphere rose from under his feet, and the sound of the sword was so sound that the young swallows flew up.

In the second stroke, righteousness turned into countless swords, gathered around him, each of which was the most orthodox famous sword in history.

A famous sword.

Only orthodoxy, so famous, only famous, so famous sword.

The snow is flying in the Tianshan Mountains, and the sword pavilion attic without half of the plaque looks very funny, and it was smashed by the heavy snow, and even the remaining half is gone.

"Here, from now on, it will be my Sword Pavilion. ”

The boy was about to play the sugar dun for the third time, when he suddenly withdrew his hand, and the fat fingers that couldn't be bounced wiped on the sleeve, extinguishing the boundless sword qi of heaven and earth, leaving only a sugar stain between the sleeves.

"What's the matter, three hundred holes have been punched, and you don't want to fight again?" General Wang shouted mockingly.

"No, no, Confucius deleted three hundred and three poems, whether this is true or not, three hundred and three is always a good number, but today is different, in front of my attic, if I play it again, you will be gone, three hundred and one hole will be very uncomfortable, and I will be forced to death with this obsessive-compulsive disorder. ”

The boy smiled sweetly and said, "Besides, in a few years, everyone should go to the four-legged dragon to reunite, and it is a pity that the old guys from all walks of life can't see you?"

"Haha!"

Hearing this, Wang Deyong laughed heartily, so excited that the left hand that lifted the knife slipped and cut off two beards, and raised his beard, the old general was happy: "It is said that my long beard is like a halberd, and now under your sword intent, it has become a soft worm, and cutting off two is also a token of an oath, from today on, you will stay in the small broken pavilion, one is not allowed to slaughter women, two is not allowed to fly the sword world, and three is not allowed to pick and kill other swordsmen, how about it?"

"It takes three beards. ”

The boy nibbled on a hawthorn and finally spat out the first hawthorn core.

Seeing this, General Wang picked up his beard and slashed three feet with his knife, and a cold light on the ground was like water.

Carrying these three beards, Wang Deyong casually threw them at the young man.

The boy took it lightly and smiled, "Do you want another hole now?"

"Hehe, if you're missing three beards, I'm afraid I'll kill you with one punch. ”

"No kidding, this is the Sword Pavilion. The boy looked defiantly at the middle-aged man...... Big belly.

The man put away his sword and sword, turned his head and waved his hand, and said leisurely: "The remaining three swords are slowly pierced, and the hole is pierced earlier, and the labor and management may not be able to see the immortal war." ”

Hearing this, the young man clapped his hands disdainfully and said, "The old king who used to be a sword 'Da Jiang went east' is now also being slapped by Da Jiang and running east." The saint said on the river, 'The deceased is like this, and he is reluctant to give up day and night', and he will not deceive me. ”

"I don't lie to you, it's because you didn't see through it in the first place. The old man's cold mangs are still there, and a sword comes out, but the stars can be taught to hang upside down, but he was defeated by the old pavilion master back then, so he swore not to use the 'cold mang' again. ”

Wang Deyong pouted, thought of the victory a few years ago, and said with a gentle smile: "You are the second person to bet on the old man, don't die so early, under the loess, it is enough for the old pavilion master to be happy alone, and you don't need to join in the fun." Two people playing swords, if there is no knowledgeable spectator, it is more uncomfortable than singing on stage. ”

"Maybe one day, 'the poor will fall into the yellow spring, and the two places will be gone'?"

The little boy looked at Wang Deyong and sincerely asked this question.

'Biluo' is the sky, 'Huangquan' is the earth, he threw out these two words, and asked - if you can't find that person in the sky or on the earth, what should you do?

The implication is that if that person is still in the world...... What to do?

General Wang rubbed his beard, thought for a long time, and said, "That world is very interesting. ”

"When you come to the world, you always have to see something interesting. ”

The boy flicked his sword qi and slashed the nine-story attic layer by layer, turning it into a big house.

In the distance, Wang Deyong paused, shook his head, and said, "It's better to 'think' something interesting." ”

"But I take back what I said before, and you have come to a better understanding. By the way, don't forget to promise my vow, the old man is gone!"

As he spoke, the man waved his hand, then raised his big knife and flew towards the Tianshan Mountain.

It seems that he said on the surface that he didn't care about the rebels, but in fact he was false.

After all, you still have to catch up with one knife at a time, like a small file to cut through the sour hawthorn on the sugar gourd.

Leaving the little boy alone, looking at the rejuvenated Sword Pavilion, he smiled brightly, and the two dimples at the corners of his mouth reflected a stream of water in the sun.

Naturally, there was no wine in the dimples, and the water was full of tears.

That year, you said that the sugar dun was so delicious, I skewered 300 women and villains, you said that my sword edge went astray, and I thought about who had said, 'Only the right one'.

Now I am walking the most correct avenue, and there is the most correct sword path on the avenue, I strung up the real sugar dun and came to your pavilion, where did your figure go, old pavilion master?

The cloud shadow is like a shadow in the clouds, turning you into a bubble, I can understand that the bone cutting is the most important, and the heroes can't jump the beauty level, but ...... Why is it that even your sword has become a mirror?

You can die, and your consciousness can die, but the hand that wields the sword cannot stop, and your sword cannot disappear.

Otherwise, I really plucked out the old general's beard one day, and who else would come to see me dancing with a sword in the mountain weather?

The fifteen-year-old boy looked at the attic, at the ethereal ancestral garden in the distance, at the grandfather of Yunying sitting in the middle of the ancestral garden, and gradually clenched the wooden string in his hand.

The nails that were cut so neatly and short for sword practice couldn't even pierce the flesh of the palm.

It didn't hurt at all, he thought.

Then he stopped sobbing abruptly.

......

......

In the middle of the stream, Mo Fan, who couldn't move, looked at the little hand that was gradually reaching out to him in horror, and a hundred terrifying legends about the fox demon had already turned in his mind.

My luck would not be so bad, but I met such a bewitching thing in this state of being unable to speak or move.

If he is constantly absorbing yang energy by the other party, it is no matter how good his meridians are reforged, and by the time he can move, it is estimated that only a pair of bones and meridians will be left in his body!

Mo Fan in the dantian world flashed his desolate and pitiful little eyes and looked at the Black Tower, but the latter was unmoved, and he didn't even come out of the tower spirit.

Finally, under this cranky thought, a small cold hand lightly touched the veins of his arm.

The beating sound of 'poof' and 'poof' came out of it powerfully.

The girl pursed her lips and blinked, and found that the unconscious boy in front of her not only did not fall into a weak state, but even beat vigorously.

That fluctuation of the veins... The vigorous is a bit excessive, it is no longer like a pulse that human beings can have, and it is not so much that a person lying in front of him is a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, he is more like a ...... An ancient demon who is slowly waking up.

The strong body, the boundless blood, and the rumbling veins all showed that this unconscious boy was unusual.

The tip of the jade fence's eyebrows frowned beautifully, and he looked at Mo Fan, who was lying unconscious on the stone bank, withdrew his small hand to check the pulse, tucked it in the sleeve of his robe, and walked around under the secluded tree.

"Do you want to bring this man home......

Thinking about this question, the girl walked behind the dark tree for a while, hit the stone plate with the jade flute in her hand, and then trotted to Mo Fan's side, lowered her head and looked at the boy carefully.

After three or five times, the girl looked at Mo Fan's harmless little face, and finally made up her mind, her little nose snorted lightly, squatted down, grabbed Mo Fan's body with difficulty, and stuffed it into the big basket containing herbs behind her.

The girl was only eight or nine years old, and her body was far from the height of an adult, and the wooden basket she carried looked very large when it was held behind her, but once she stuffed Mo Fan inside, it showed the narrowness of the wooden basket.

Either the boy's head is in and his legs are still outside, or his legs are in and most of his body is still standing upright...... In short, no matter how hard the girl tried, Mo Fan and Mu Basket never reached a reasonable fit.

After tossing for more than ten minutes, and seeing no sign of success, the girl was so tired that she gasped lightly, sat down by the stream, and held her bulging cheeks with both hands, and looked aimlessly at the reflection on the water.

No matter how much you stuff this guy, you just can't fit it into the basket!

Damn!

The girl gritted her teeth in anger, turned her head to glare at Mo Fan, and babbled towards the stream.

I don't know if I made a sound, or if I made any strange sound, Yu Yu shouted and shouted and suddenly blushed, I don't know what scene I thought, I slowly closed my lips, two little tiger teeth bit my lips, silently looking at the reflection in the stream.

In the dark stream, the flowing water reflected a girl sitting on her knees on the shore, the water rippled, and even her clothes fluctuated with it, and the beautiful eyebrows were quiet.

The girl looked at the shallow stream and was fascinated, or maybe she was too focused on thinking about things and forgot about the world around her for a while.

After a long time in this familiar silence, the girl finally came to her senses, shook her little head, took one last look at the reflection in the stream, and was about to get up, when suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind.

Isn't the position of her holding her knees just right to stuff the boy into the basket!