The winding path, on the left and right, are covered with green trees, and it is late autumn, and it is surprising that it can still be so vibrant in such a season.

The winding path with no end in sight, the mountain birds roaring and soaring, and the peaceful and natural scene was broken by two uninvited guests.

A small donkey with gray fur and some ugliness was slowly walking towards the west with its short tail flapping, and a thin figure on the donkey's back swayed slightly, and its eyes were slightly blind, as if it was asleep.

The trail is winding, but not very deep, although there are big trees on both sides, the light still falls down along the gaps, the road is not bumpy, look at this, people walk more, naturally stiff a lot.

An ugly donkey, a young man wearing a scarf, and a boy with an ugly donkey, this lineup is extremely powerful, just because, the rabbit cub who led the donkey turned into a sword with two fingers, and a wisp of sword qi burst out, and some annoying bird sounds along the way disappeared instantly, as if he was afraid that these noisy creatures around him would wake up the master on horseback.

This walk, it seems to be a little slow, this head gives people the first look of the ugly donkey like a leisurely walk, leisurely swaying, most of the day only walked less than ten kilometers, the child does not seem to mind, by the people of the rivers and lakes as a magic skill, the 'fingertip condensing sword' as an ordinary small skill to drive away birds and birds, if there are people in the martial arts here is not sure how frightened to what extent, to know that the stunt of the 'fingertip condensing sword', without extraordinary kendo cultivation can not be condensed at all. Since ancient times. Except for those kendo giants. There are very few people who can master it, this donkey boy looks like he is only twelve or thirteen years old, but he has already touched the martial arts skills that people in the world have touched all their lives.

It was getting late, and the afterglow of the setting sun rendered the entire mountain forest red. The faint afterglow extends down the slight gap to the ground, tiled on the hard earth, and looks a little psychedelic on the pavement.

"Those who go are sparse day by day, and those who come are close day by day. Out of the Guo Gate to look directly, but see the mound and the grave. The ancient tomb plough is the field, and the pine and cypress are the salary. Bai Yang is sad, Xiao Xiao is sad and kills, he thinks of returning to his hometown, and he wants to return to the Tao for no reason. A clear voice sounded without warning, but the weakened figure on the donkey moved slightly. Arms stretched out, let out a pleasant sigh. It's like you've just woken up.

The boy who led the donkey, the root of his ears moved slightly, but he didn't say much, obviously, he was not surprised by the master's habit of chanting a poem after a break, and he pulled the donkey's small rope by himself, and the two were slightly loosened, but he no longer regarded the 'fingertip sword' that was enough to make the people of the rivers and lakes rush to use it as a small trick to drive away noisy birds.

"Hold the sword, where are you going?" The young man on the donkey who was wearing a scarf and dressed as a scholar said indifferently.

The boy who led the donkey in front and called him to hold the sword heard this, and thought for a while: "After this forest, before nightfall, you will be able to reach Nanyang." ”

"Hmm" The young man on the donkey's back nodded slightly, looked at the afterglow of the sunset, and said loudly again: "It's been a month along the way, and it's been a month to stop and go, but it's hard for you." ”

Holding the sword and hearing this, he shook his head, he was young, but he was unusually mature, and his expression was solemn, not like a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

"Holding a sword to be able to lead a donkey for Mr. to hold a sword is the greatest luck in life, how to say that it is hard, Mr. has great talent, holding a sword and following Mr. does not worry about food and clothing, but it takes a big advantage, just walk, not hard and not hard."

Holding the sword and saying that it was not hard to say two times, it made the young man on the donkey's back frown slightly, but he saw him and said: "You boy, you will be young next year, but you care so much about gains and losses, in the past few years, I have let you listen to so many historical allusions and poems and songs." ”

Holding the sword and hearing it, he didn't refute it, pursed his lips slightly, and said: "Holding the sword and knowing that it is not the material for reading, Mr. is talented to learn, and it is already in vain to be able to learn two or three points, how can he be greedy to learn everything, but it disappoints Mr." ”

"You" The young man on the donkey's back shook his head helplessly, with his talent, the world's figures, can be valued by him is really not much, this sword is born with a scabbard body, raised by him since childhood, don't look at the man on the donkey's back is young and handsome, in fact, he is not young, living in seclusion in the countryside, plowing farmland, the world knows not much.

For the attitude of holding the sword, the man on the back of the donkey is a little helpless, but he also has no rut, although this holding the sword claims not to learn a few of his talents, but his stubborn temper has been learned ninety percent of nine, he is not interested in things, even if he is forced to die can not make him succumb, such as learning the sword, the sword seems to be extremely sensitive to everything related to swordsmanship since childhood, maybe it is innate' The body of the scabbard is caused by the fact that the sword can accommodate tens of millions of swords in the world, so on the way of the sword, the young age is longer than some old swordsmen who have spent their lives in the industry, and compared to others, the sword is unusually dull, when practicing words, it is chic, reciprocating, more and less, saying that it is more like practicing swords, which really annoys the man on the back of the donkey.

Thousands of preaching, holding the sword but stubborn like a stubborn stone, never arguing with you and never refutating, after nodding obediently, it remains the same, today's sentence is the first time in history.

Seeming to be accustomed to the stinky temper of holding the sword and the thatched stone, the man on the donkey's back sighed, but didn't say anything, and gently twisted a leaf off his shoulder, and then said: "The poem that Mr. recited just now is quite heroic? ”

Hujian didn't know how to lie, and he didn't like to lie, so he just paused for a moment and said: "Compared with the previous splendid poems, it is indeed a lot more heroic." ”

"Xiao Xiaochou kills." Hugging the sword and recalling slightly, muttering this sentence in his mouth, between his eyes, there seemed to be a surge of sword energy.

Before he had time to savor it, he was slapped by a white palm, and between his eyes, the sword qi that couldn't wait to surge up dissipated.

"Stinky boy, cranky, young, not light." But it was the man on the back of the donkey, the palm of his hand, suddenly fanned out, the speed was so fast, the sensitive and abnormal perception of the sword seemed to have lost its effect, and he didn't even feel a trace of it, so he was hit and made trouble.

This thin man, with a thin body and a slightly pale face, looked like a child of a family who had been immersed in wine all the year round, and only he knew how outrageous the talent of this seemingly ordinary man was.

"Hit me on the head again." Holding the sword, he stroked his somewhat strange head and muttered.

"It's time to fight." The man shook his head: "If you let Madame see it, I won't cut off your head, I'm just working for Madame." ”

"Ma'am?" Originally, his face was meticulous, and he was not even afraid of the master on the donkey's back, and he subconsciously shook his sword, and one hand holding the donkey trembled slightly, so you can imagine how much pressure the so-called lady brought him.

"Look at you." The man on the donkey's back seemed to have analyzed the reaction of holding the sword, stretched out his white palm again, patted it gently, and scolded with a smile.

Holding the sword and stroking his head again, he glanced at the so-called master with some contempt, and said, "I'm embarrassed to say that I, if Madame is here, sir, you will definitely be more flattering than me." ”

The man's expression on the donkey's back was slightly suffocated, a little annoyed and angry, and a little weak-hearted: "You are still young, you don't understand, that's not flattery, that's called affection, don't you understand affection?" ”

After speaking, the slender eyes glanced at the sword, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I know the way, you definitely don't understand." ”

Hugging Jian no longer paid attention to the self-talk of the gentleman on the donkey's back, pursed the corners of his mouth, and said, "Sir, when do you say that I will reach the peak state you said?" ”

"You're not far from it?" The man on the donkey's back didn't know where to take out a spring tender grass, and shook his head in the end.

Hearing this, he refused to give up and said: "But Mrs. said that I was born with a 'scabbard body', born to accommodate tens of millions of swords in the world, as long as I concentrate on practicing swords, I will always become the world's first-class peak swordsman in the future, but what I don't understand is how far this will come." ”

When the man on the donkey's back heard this, he patted the donkey's back and chuckled: "No wonder the corners of your stinky boy's mouth look absent-minded, are you really looking for a fight, is it so easy to be a first-class swordsman in the world?" You don't look at how old those kendo old-timers were when they became famous, you are already very lucky, the body of the natural sword scabbard can accommodate tens of millions of swords in the world, such a way, at least one or two hundred years can have so many people, as long as you dive into it, don't think about when you can succeed, do what you should do every day, accompany Mr. to water the flowers and write, when you are thirty years old, I will let you go out of the world to break into the world. ”

"Thirty years old?" Hujian was a little dumbfounded, touched the back of his head, and said, "I'm thirteen years old now, and I'm seventeen years away from thirty, and I feel like I've been doing it for a long time." ”

Another slap covered, the gentleman on the donkey's back seemed to like this trick very much, he was used to holding the sword, touched the head that was shot, and said stupidly: "Seventeen years later, can I really become a master?" ”

The gentleman shook his head helplessly, and exhaled: "If you go on like this, you have to go crazy, go back and let Madame treat you." ”

"Oh," he nodded knowingly after holding the sword, and after a moment he suddenly woke up: "Ah, no, I'm not sick." ”

"No" The man on the donkey's back was unusually decisive, and the afterglow of the setting sun hit his face, looking like an immortal, but he heard him say unusually seriously: "You are sick, you need to be cured." ”

The sunset disperses, the winding path, the smoke calls, the passenger journey, a donkey, a master and a servant, walking slowly. (To be continued......)