The peak is not high, from the foot of the mountain to the peak of about ten miles, along the way Tang leisure to enjoy the flowers, and the flat-headed brother to play and play, all the way to the top of the mountain.

There are not many peach trees on the top of the mountain, more weeds and jagged rocks, but because the sun is just right, a few pines and cypresses are winding and circling on the edge of the cliff, which has a different artistic conception.

In the middle of the mountaintop, there is a simple shack.

It's not so much simple as it is broken. It's just four sticks holding up a straw mat. Spring and autumn do not block strong winds, summer and winter do not block rain and snow. With such a dilapidated shack, I am afraid that the Longli snapping turtle can be shocked by a slight stampe.

At this time, there was a person in the shack, lazily lying on a straw mat, basking in the sun, drinking wine, and his face was full of stubble, which was very casual.

It was Zhao Ye.

Tang Xian's arrival attracted Zhao Ye's attention, he glanced at Tang Xian lightly, and said in a flat tone: "Coming?"

"It's here!" Tang Xian grinned, and then cautiously probed: "I have already studied with Senior Brother in the early hours of this morning, and I successfully blocked Senior Brother's success, it should be regarded as passing, right?"

During the early morning fight, Zhao was not present. Tang Xian was afraid that this cheap master would not admit it.

"It's over. Zhao also didn't look at Tang Xian, and replied simply.

"The master is above, please accept Tang Xian's worship!" Tang Xian smiled happily and immediately wanted to bow down.

But when Tang Xian's knees were slightly bent, Zhao Ye waved his sleeves slightly, and suddenly a strong wind whistled towards Tang Xian.

Tang Xian hurriedly raised his fists to block his chest, his legs pierced the ground, but he still took three steps backwards with the strong wind blowing behind his back.

Zhao Ye turned his head and looked at Tang Xian, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes for the first time, and said, "Those who practice swords only kneel when they worship in the hall!"

Tang Xian gradually straightened his spine, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and laughed at himself: "Then it seems that I must not be a qualified swordsman." ”

In order to survive, anything can be done. This is Tang Xian's purpose.

Zhao also looked at Tang Xian, silent for a moment, and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, Zhao also opened his mouth and said, "How long have you been practicing knives?"

Tang Xian replied: "I haven't practiced, I've chopped firewood since I was a child." ”

"How long have you been chopping wood?" Zhao also asked again.

Tang Xian made a simple calculation and said, "Ten years." ”

"Ten years ......" Zhao also muttered softly, and then ordered: "Cut one, I'll take a look." ”

Tang Xian walked directly to the edge of a peach tree with a thick bowl, and the firewood knife in his hand was split diagonally from right to left, just a random knife, "click", and the peach tree broke in response. The branches of the peach tree fell to the ground, raising a burst of peach blossoms.

Looking at the cut surface of the peach tree, it is as calm as a mirror, very smooth, without half a burr.

Tang Xian, who has been chopping firewood for ten years, can cut ironwood again without much effort, let alone a peach tree.

Turn around and put away the knife.

Tang waited quietly for Zhao Ye's evaluation.

Zhao also half-squinted, staring at the cut of the peach tree. It took a long time before there was action.

I saw that Zhao also put his hand into his arms, groped for a while, and took out a piece of cotton.

Cotton is very ordinary, and it is the raw material for normal people to make quilts, cotton shoes, and cotton jackets. This piece of cotton was gently kneaded by Zhao Ye, it was very fluffy and the size of a fist.

Zhao also threw it lightly and threw the cotton towards Tang Xian. The cotton rose and fell on the ground along the breeze and rolled a few times before rolling down to Tang Xian's feet.

Zhao also opened his mouth and said, "One more slash." ”

Tang Xian frowned, but still obeyed Zhao Ye's instructions and placed the cotton on a big stone.

Follow the technique used when chopping wood, lift the knife and fall.

With a "bell", the firewood knife made contact with the bluestone, making a crisp sound.

The cotton under the firewood knife was not half damaged, but was flattened by the blunt blade of the firewood knife, and although the place where it came into contact with the blade was pressed into a thin layer, it was not damaged by half a minute.

Tang Xian lifted the firewood knife, and the cotton lost its pressure and slowly returned to a fluffy state.

Seeing this, Zhao Ye fell half-asleep again, then grabbed a jar of wine and poured a sip, and said, "From today onwards, there is no need to chop wood, but to chop cotton." ”

Tang Xian asked, "How can it be considered qualified?"

Zhao also said: "With a knife, the cotton is cut in half, and it is not deformed." ”

"Where's the time?" Tang Xian asked again.

"As long as you don't die, keep practicing!" Zhao Ye's tone was still flat, and he waved his hand: "Let's go!"

After that, he drank the wine by himself and no longer paid attention to Tang Xian.

Tang Xian bent down to pick up the cotton, his eyes fixed on the soft cotton in his hand, and bowed slightly to Zhao Ye. He turned around and left with the flat-headed brother.

There was nothing to say all the way, Tang Xian just pinched the soft cotton ball and fell into deep thought.

According to common sense, let alone let Tang Xian split wood, even if it is a stone, with Tang Xian's cultivation at the peak of the eighth grade, he can definitely split a big bluestone in half under his power.

But now that it has been replaced by soft cotton, Tang Xian has fallen into a headache.

This fluffy cotton is easy to tear, but it is not easy to split it with a blunt blade like a hatchet. And according to Zhao Ye's requirements, when the cotton is split in half, the cotton must not be deformed.

In other words, no extrusion is allowed, as long as the blade touches the cotton, it immediately cuts the cotton as if it were blowing hair.

This is the most difficult part, if you hold a peerless sharp knife, it is estimated that it is still possible to do it, but Tang Xian's firewood knife is basically an unedged piece of iron, and it is even more difficult to complete Zhao Ye's requirements.

Unless......

At this time, a word jumped out of Tang Xian's mind.

Everything is firewood!

Now Tang Xian's most relied on move, and it is also Tang Xian's most unstable move. A move that can only be used in a certain state of mind, a move full of knife intent.

Only when Tang Xian used this move, he would have a feeling that no matter what was blocked in front of him, he would be split by himself.

Could it be that Zhao Ye's order is to make himself proficient in the use of "everything can be firewood"?

Suddenly stopped, walked to the place where Tang Xian, who was halfway up the mountain, looked back at the peak, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said softly to Brother Pingtou: "Our master...... There's something in my stomach. ”

......

At the same time, in the perch at the foot of the mountain.

Not long after Tang Xian left, at noon, Zhao Gou had completed the practice of three thousand swords.

After getting the sword spectrum of the Sword Sect, Zhao Gou got up earlier, and he was able to complete the training of three thousand swords before noon every day. In the afternoon, I studied the sword score.

At this time, only Zhao Gou was left in the clearing, and the other was the Yixin Taoist priest in the treetops in the distance.

Zhao Gou took a deep breath, put away the knife, and hugged it to his chest.

Without saying a word, he quietly walked towards the mountains and forests.

After walking for about an hour, Zhao Gou actually came to Shuibo Ferry.

In the past few days, Wang Er has been crazy and often dragged Zhao Gou to the lake to beg Ye Guo for fish. Over time, Zhao Gou was able to figure out the route, but he was much slower than Wang Ermad.

Today is the first time Zhao Gou has come to the water's edge alone. Zhao Gou stood on the wooden plank of the ferry and looked into the distance.

At this time, the fog was thick in the water, and even the strongest sunlight at noon could not dispel the thick fog.

After a while, there was a "cooing" sound of an osprey in the thick fog. Immediately afterwards, a flat boat swinged and sailed over from a distance.

The flat boat docked, and the ferryman Ye Guo was still wearing a hat on his head, wearing a robe, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and standing barefoot at the stern of the boat.

But today, Ye Guo didn't throw up a dozen big fish. He even asked, "Why did you come by yourself?"

Zhao Gou frowned and asked rhetorically, "Are you really blind?"

Ye Guo paused, nodded slightly, and then said, "Your sword is very special. ”

Zhao Gou said: "It's nothing special, I'm just practicing swords when I'm practicing swords." ”

"Hehe......" Ye Guo, who often doesn't smile, actually laughed out loud, it seemed that he was used to few words, and when he laughed, his voice was like sandpaper rubbing in his throat, and said:

"In this world, the most difficult thing is to eat when you eat, sleep when you sleep, and practice sword when you practice swords......"

Single-mindedness!

Such single-mindedness, rare in the world!

"Do you want to learn the sword?" Ye Guo's voice was still as rough as sandpaper.

Zhao Gou said, "I'm not a hunter's student. ”

Ye said: "From now on!"

Zhao Gou hugged his sword tightly and did not refute.

"Haha......" Ye Guo actually laughed again, and then said: "Since you have accepted the apprentice, I will give you some gifts!"

I saw Ye Guo pick it lightly in his hand, and the slender bamboo pole was picked up from the water by Ye Guo, like a fishing rod, and gently pointed to the water not far away.

The next moment, the bamboo pole slowly exuded a strong sharp aura, as if it had turned into a sharp sword with countless blades, each blade was extremely sharp, and the cold light was cold.

In fact, the powerful oppression extends directly to the water surface along the bamboo pole, and with the bamboo pole as the boundary, the lake water automatically retreats to both sides, and a sword mark faintly divides the lake into two halves.

The sword intent gradually climbed, and the crack on the lake surface became larger.

"Whew...... Roar ......"

At this moment, a powerful roar erupted from underwater, as if he really couldn't stand Ye Guo's powerful sword intent.

The next moment, a behemoth suddenly jumped out of the book, dragging a huge three-meter-long horse chopping knife, exuding a monstrous wave-like demonic aura, falling from the sky and smashing towards Ye Guo's flat boat.

It was the dragon snapping turtle that received the test mission.

"Huh...... Xiao Wang Ba!" Ye Guo drank lightly, and the bamboo pole in his hand was slammed, and suddenly the bamboo pole was like a long dragon absorbing water, bringing up several lakes of water.

Each of these lakes contains a powerful sword intent. It quickly gathered in the air, forming a five-meter-long giant sword, with an extremely sharp aura, stabbing towards the dragon power snapping turtle.

At this time, I saw Ye Guo holding a bamboo pole in one hand and taking out a sword with the other hand, taking out an empty jar in the cabin and holding it in his hand.

Such an action makes people confused.

But the next moment, Zhao Gou understood the usefulness of this empty jar.

I saw that in the air, the broadsword and the water sword intersected.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the sky was instantly dispersed by the powerful impact wave of dense fog.

Then, the dragon snapping turtle erupted into a wail, and a large handful of blood spilled from its arm, and the big knife almost escaped.

The next moment, the dragon snapping turtle fell into the water and quickly fled away.

And the blood sprinkled in the air, after falling from the sky, happened to be sprinkled into the empty altar held by Ye Guo's hand.

Not a drop is bad!

Turning around, Ye Guo gently threw the jar containing the beast's blood, and Zhao Gou caught it.

Ye Guo said: "This can be regarded as dragon blood, and drinking it is good for the body." ”

Zhao Gou nodded, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait. Ye Guo spoke again.

Zhao Gou stopped.

"Your sword...... What's it called?" Ye Guo asked softly.

Hearing this, Zhao Gou gently stroked the long sword on his chest, and for the first time showed a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and said:

"Grass and trees!"