Youth has no choice but to try.

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In the spring of March and April, it has been some time since the end of the sword test. The clouds of the lonely mountain are as usual, and these clouds are constantly converging together, and they look like a sky full of marshmallows.

At the foot of the mountain, the children in the market town put their fingers in their mouths and sucked, drooling at the clouds in the sky.

This is the best time of life, spring is in full swing, the earth is full of life, and even the air is full of fresh breath without the slightest decay. Butterflies play among the flowers, deer look for grass in the forest, a crane chirps from the deepest part of the peak, and fish leap over the lake.

So in such a wonderful season, the first spring rain fell.

Spring rain is like oil, but this proverb doesn't seem to work well in the boundaries of the hundreds of miles around the lonely mountain. Because of the topography, the spring and autumn rain in this area of Gushan is extraordinarily much, and a small spring rain can sometimes continue for ten days and months, washing the earth into thin mud after just thawing, so the spring rain here is not expensive, but cheap as urine.

There are also some steamed buns and pickles in the house, of course, no one will want to go out for a walk in this rotten and moldy day, and even if they are very shabby and gnabble, they will not eat a hot pot with dry and hard steamed buns.

Of course, for those disciples who are really hardworking, they will not stop practicing because of thunder and rain. They constantly motivate themselves internally, and the external harsh environmental factors often create an inner hard character, so in such rainy days, they are still practicing swords in the forest.

The sky will thunder and rain, and the practice will continue as usual.

Zhang, on the other hand, nibbled on steamed buns and pickles, either sitting in front of the courtyard door meditating at the raindrops in the sky, or lying on the bed casually flipping through the "Haojielu" stolen from the library, and would also talk or argue with the voice in the sword about something, and occasionally when he had nothing to do, he would think of his poor boy who was thousands of miles away on the ice wasteland.

The demons generated by the demon seed on the ice wilderness are extremely vicious, he has killed countless demons in the ice and snow wilderness, and naturally the demons hate it to the bone, if it accidentally falls into their hands, what would it be? But the demons finally have the word "human", so they don't have a heart, right?

Thinking of this, he slapped himself lightly, and secretly scolded in his heart that this mouth was too lacking in morality, and he was also a master of the last three realms who broke through two realms in one night, how could he be easily captured by the demons?

He looked at the swallow's nest under the eaves and couldn't help but think, if he fell into the hands of the demons, he killed so many of their compatriots, even if these demons had a heart, how could they easily let him go.

He suddenly remembered that in that book, would he be kept in captivity, and then wait for a good day, dried or pickled, or even dipped in salt and eaten raw?

The creak of the wooden door outside the courtyard interrupted his thoughts. The wooden door was pushed open, and someone entered with an umbrella.

He looked at the umbrella in the rain, and the figure under the umbrella said: "If you don't knock on the door to scare the ghost, you won't come here to get rain, right?"

Ma San said: "There is tea?"

"Nope. Zhang Ze shook his head, and then pointed to a certain place in the courtyard and said: "The firewood is soaked wet, make a hairy tea, and drink it yourself." ”

Ma San walked to the eaves, closed the umbrella, and said dissatisfiedly: "What attitude? This is the way of hospitality?"

"Stop. Zhang Ze had already looked somewhere and said, "I am happy to invite me down the mountain to drink on this kind of day." If you want to come and chat, you can do it, but you have to make your own tea, and I don't have anything to entertain, so can you make steamed buns and pickles?"

"Go to you. Ma San punched him and said, "Why don't I visit your place." He stroked the raindrops from his body and continued, "I heard about you. ”

Who are we?"

Ma San replied lightly: "Do you know that Zhang Yunhui is the strongest among the fifth-generation disciples of the Cangyun Sect, and his strength has reached the Fuhu realm. ”

Zhang Ze shook his head and said blankly: "I don't know." ”

Ma San looked at him with burning eyes and said, "One evening two days ago, you had a fight with him. ”

"How can you fight like a layman, open your mouth and close your mouth, that's called competition, that's called competition, can we not be so rude?"

Ma San said: "There is no victory or defeat. ”

Zhang Ze has already said: "What's so strange? You have to win or lose?"

"Do you know what those young disciples were discussing when I passed by the Sword Trial Forest Yanwu Hall?"

"Why don't I know? I'm a lonely mountain idle waste, notoriously idle, nothing has a realm, I passed the preliminary exam, and I went to the bottom five, and won the first place in the final exam, and the young powerhouse of the Cangyun Sect didn't fall behind, they have always looked down on me, so naturally they have to say something to be willing. ”

"At the end of the day, the three of us faced the powerhouses of the realm of the Sleeves, and the lives of the Sleeves were declining, and at the same time we faced two powerhouses who were stronger than the Sleeves, what happened?

"Don't believe me. Zhang Ze had already looked at Ma San and said, "I'm telling jokes with the two gentlemen." ”

Ma San snorted and said, "I thought that even though you were deliberately hiding, after all, how could you win in the face of two three-breath powerhouses at the same time? ”

"What is a shameless method?" Zhang Ze said dissatisfiedly: "Life can be romantic, realistic, heroic, or sad, what's the matter, can't it be absurd?"

Ma San said disdainfully: "What's the matter with Xu Xiaoqing? Zhu Ziheng, what do you say?

Zhang Ze couldn't get over his face, so he coughed lightly twice and said, "San'er, they are all good friends, can you not expose my face? ”

Ma San looked at him and said, "Good friend?"

Zhang Ze nodded firmly and said, "Two ribs are inserted into the knife." ”

"Want to save face?"

"Men, live this skin. ”

"That's good. Ma San suddenly smiled and said: "For both of you and me at the same time, don't lose face, fight with me." ”