Liu Wenyuan took Qiu Tong and He Chong to the bluestone ditch, they looked for a long time in the ditch, and Liu Wenyuan had not been back for decades, so he couldn't remember where he was. The bluestone ditch is full of loess, but there are cyan stone walls on both sides, up and down, left and right, no matter how you look at it, Liu Wenyuan can't remember where the door is

After half a day's work, the three of them were sweating profusely, and finally found Liu Wenyuan's home in a remote corner of the ditch. Qingshigou was already desolate, and Liu Wenyuan's old home had not been visited for a long time, making it even more desolate.

He Chong and Qiu Tong began to clean up after they went in, and Liu Wenyuan reminded the two not to touch the things in the yard, if they were cleaned up, it would be easy for people to find out that something was abnormal, and they might touch it. So the two of them just cleaned up the house. It looked like no one had been there.

There was flowing water passing through the stone crevices above Liu Wenyuan's yard, Qiu Tong took the only bucket in the house to fetch water, and the three of them came back to drink it separately.

He Chong asked Liu Wenyuan, "Master, what are we going to eat here?"

Qiu Tong said: "There is a vacant land in the west of Qingshigou, where there is a stream, I opened up the wasteland there, and I got some grain, which is enough for us to cope for a while." ”

He Chong said: "I will also open a piece of land, and I will eat more things in the future." ”

Qiu Tong has no opinion.

The three of them stayed in the ditch in silence. Every day, the three of them went to the ditch to practice martial arts in a place that was not easy to be found, and after practicing Qiu Tong and He Chong went to farm, Qiu Tong and He Chong had some unpleasant experiences, but the two got along for a few months, and the relationship got better and better, like brothers.

With the help of Liu Wenyuan and Qiu Tong, He Chong's popular swordsmanship has learned very quickly, he has mastered all the moves and skills, and he can also fight like a clear rapids like Qiu Tong. For Liu Wenyuan and Qiu Tong, he also gave them his money, telling them the Liuyun swordsmanship he mastered, Qiu Tong, like him, has also improved his martial arts a lot. Through He Chong's description, Qiu Tong felt that he was too lucky, fortunately he was not arrogant enough to challenge Miao Dongshan's four disciples in the Liuyun Sword Sect at the beginning, otherwise he might not be beaten into any virtue now. He learned the Liuyun Sword Technique and understood the mystery of this Sword Technique, and knew that he should not despise the martial arts of the Liuyun Sect so much.

One day, after the two took care of Liu Wenyuan for a nap, they went out to play.

At the mouth of the ditch on the west side of the bluestone ditch, they found a high slope and sat on it to blow the mountain breeze, which felt very good. The two talked a lot, and Qiu Tong told He Chong that when he was with his master, in addition to practicing and farming, he also collected a lot of folklore, and these stories were very interesting and made Qiu Tong feel very wonderful.

He Chong was not very interested in strange people and things, so he just wanted to live happily. However, being poisoned, eating the eggs of the birds, and having a conversation with the stone monsters made him more and more interested in strange things. He asked Qiu Tong to tell him those stories, which was also considered to add some fun to his boring life.

One day, Qiu Tong told He Chong a legend of the Seven Xuan Daoists defeating the Demon Voice Messenger.

The story goes like this:

There is a Qixuan Taoist who lives in Xishan, and the people in the villages and towns below the mountain believe that he is an immortal in the sky, and they all go to worship him, hoping for good luck. One day, no one came to the mountain to worship him, the Qixuan Taoist people did not understand why, he pretended to be a passer-by to look down the mountain, and found that many people in villages and towns were dead, many families wore filial piety, and the villages and towns were full of crying.

He went up and asked why so many people were dying. Someone told him that no one knew why these people were dying.

Hearing this, the Seven Xuan Dao people turned into a worm and fell to the top of a tree, trying to figure out what caused so many people to die.

That night, while he was hiding in a tree and waiting, he felt that his heart suddenly became very uncomfortable, and the painful feeling was rising wave after wave, and it kept hitting his heart. Only then did he understand why someone was dying. It's just that he doesn't know where it sounds.

He lay there for three days, and finally knew that the sound wave came from the canyon east of the village, and he followed the direction of the sound wave, and at the mouth of a cave in the canyon, he saw a man dressed in black, who was playing a flute in his hand.

The Seven Xuan Dao people flew up to the black-clothed man and shouted, "What kind of evil devil are you, and you actually kill innocent people here?"

The man in black smiled and said, "I know your name, the Seven Xuan Dao people, those people all went to worship you, they regarded you as an immortal, but I am not afraid of you, I am the Demon Messenger of the Demon Realm, I have supreme mana, I can subdue you." As he spoke, he blew a tune, the tune of which was melodious and tactful, but the melody showed the meaning of misery and despair everywhere, and he played it very expressively, and the sound was clear, and the bursts of the heart pierced the heart, and everyone who listened to it wanted to commit suicide. The Demon Voice Messenger injected his own magic power into it, wanting to use his power to hurt the Seven Xuan Dao people.

The Seven Xuan Dao people listened, but they didn't feel it, they just smiled slightly, and said, "Demon Sound Messenger, if you touch me, don't play this rotten trick to fool mortals." ”

The Seven Xuan Dao people pulled out their Seven Xuan Treasure Sword, recited a spell, and slashed into the air, and the suicidal sound wave was cut in half, flowing past the Seven Xuan Dao people, but they couldn't touch him.

Seeing that his kung fu was broken, the Demon Sound Messenger was not in a hurry, he used the flute as a sword, and threw it at the Seven Xuan Dao people, and a wave of qi that overturned the river and the sea came straight to the Seven Xuan Dao people.

The Seven Xuan Dao Man put out a palm in his left hand, and the qi wave he emitted collided with the qi wave of the Demon Sound Messenger, making a loud noise.

The Demon Sound Messenger played another song, this song sounded like the sky was falling apart, and the Seven Xuan Dao people were shocked to spit blood, and he didn't expect that he would not be able to catch the tricks of the Demon Sound Messenger.

The Demon Voice Messenger blew harder, hoping to defeat the Seven Xuan Dao people as soon as possible. The Seven Xuan Dao people were not afraid, he took out a golden silk handkerchief from his arms, threw it into the air, and covered the sound wave, which instead spread in the opposite direction, and the magic sound messenger was injured by his own sound wave, and had to stop playing and jump far away to avoid the reflected sound wave.

The Seven Xuan Dao people no longer waited for the Demon Sound Messenger to make a move this time, he raised his sword and fought with the Demon Sound Messenger, and after dozens of rounds, the Demon Yin Messenger wanted to play tricks again, but before he could use it, the sword of the Seven Xuan Dao people had already pierced his left shoulder. The Demon Sound Messenger felt a pain in his left shoulder, panicked, kicked away the Seven Xuan Dao people, and ran away on the black cloud.

Later, no one in the village or town died mysteriously. But the Seven Xuandao people are nowhere to be found, and I heard that they went to heaven to be immortals.

He Chong didn't feel like it was enjoyable when he heard it, and asked Qiu Tong, this story seems to be a bit interesting, but what about later?

Qiu Tong said: "There is no later, this kind of story is the end." ”

Liu Wenyuan looked at He Chong and smiled, and said, "This kind of story is like this, just listen to it and be happy." Don't take it seriously. Practice your kung fu well, and you will be able to use it in the future. ”

Although He Chong agreed, he was still willing to let Qiu Tong tell him stories, especially the story of the Seven Xuan Daoists defeating the Demon Voice Messenger.