"Grandpa, am I really missing out on the Sword Pavilion?" Leng Wa raised her head and asked the distant back.

After half a ring, a few words floated from the sky: "Boy, hit your bobcat!"

Leng Wa was unconvinced, brandished the plate axe in her hand, slashed at Shaoyi, and shouted: "How about the competition?"

Shaoyi Quandang was still in a dream, and he didn't accept it when he saw Leng Wa attacking.

The axe is not emotional, wrapped in a cold wind arrived in advance, when the cold wind blew a long eyelash, 'stupid goose is one less' only then did it react.

The plate axe was close at hand, and Shaoyi knew that he couldn't dodge, and he thought that he had died like this—not under the flower, but under the axe.

The incompetent Shaoyi accepted the facts, closed his eyes and died.

"Whew-" Shaoyi who closed his eyes was illuminated by the light pattern of a silver fir wood, and the silver fir wood in Gugu's hand blocked Leng Wa's axe and saved Shaoyi.

"What do I say, this kid is a waste after all. Nanshang shouted.

Shaoyi opened his eyes and saw the village chief Geng Ding standing under the eaves with a disappointed face. He just woke up from his ignorance, and now the clouds and mountains are covered in fog, and he is not in a dream at all.

"Where was Shanba Gong just now?" asked Shaoyi dumbfounded, completely ignoring Leng Wa's nail-like gaze.

Gugu couldn't help but roll his eyes, walked up to him, and whispered in his ear: "What Shanba Gong! That's Leng Wa's grandfather......

Leng Ke's departure no longer aroused the objections of the elders, and everyone accepted this fact: undoubtedly, the final resolution of the Council of Elders determined the candidates for this year's sword ceremony, and only one less person in the courtyard did not know where to go, and the other people, including Leng Wa, all knew that the main sword had been set to be less one.

Under the eaves, the disappointed expression on Geng Ding's face was also mixed with a little joy. I am glad that Shaoyi has been stimulated by his potential, and I am disappointed that I will not fight back.

Nan Yan behind him was obviously shocked by Shaoyi's action just now, the dust on his clothes was still there, the stone slabs were shattered, and there was a trace of horror in his eyes that could not be concealed.

The other two, Elder Tan Er still looks elegant and unfazed. Because all this happened too quickly, Elder Mu Xiaohe looked at the gradually brightening sky in a daze, and was still alone to figure out the truth of this matter.

Geng Ding seemed a little embarrassed about the result of announcing Shaoyi and Gugu as the main and secondary swords, and what he didn't expect was that Nanshang, who usually had a small belly and chicken intestines, walked in front of him at this time and said generously: "It's really unpredictable! However, I still want to congratulate Senior Brother, the Shaoyi and Gugu you have cultivated are all good." I'm in the middle of nowhere—"

"Yan'er, let's go!" Nan Shang whispered to Shaoyi when he walked past the waste wood Shaoyi, "Boy, let's see you on the fourth day of the first month of next month." ”

Shaoyi was very puzzled by Elder Nanshang's words, and he asked for help with his gaze, hoping that she could explain it to him.

Gugu walked straight to the village chief Geng Ding, turned back to Shaoyi and said, "What are you still standing stupidly for? ”

"Huh?!"

Hearing Gugu's words, Shaoyi glanced at the cold baby next to him who was looking at him angrily, feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Shaoyi pointed to himself and asked Gugu: "Gugu, are you calling me?"

Goo rolled his eyes and said, "Do you want me to say it twice......"

At this time, Leng Wa had already left quickly with a plate axe.

......

After dawn, a layer of mist rises from the bank of Ganhua Creek at the head of the village. On the bank of the stream, two old men, one thin and one fat, were standing with their backs to the lonely mountain.

In the early morning of late autumn, the temperature of the Dayan River was close to freezing, but the two of them were still wearing thin cloud robes.

The purple-robed old man asked the fatter gray-robed old man beside him: "Old Tan, do you say that the baby can control the Shaokang Sword? ”

The gray-robed old man didn't make a sound, just shook his head gently.

"The senior brother and the village chief are on the side of the baby, we don't have any room for maneuver in this matter at all! I hope that the baby is really the new master of Shaokang Jian, if Shaokang Jian can't meet the new master again, I think this world will really ......."

Before the last few words could be spit out, the gray-robed old man covered his mouth and said, "Senior brother, be careful when you speak, the destiny of heaven is above! Besides, hehehe-"

The purple-robed old man asked, "What's more?"

"And that's it...... The senior brother and the village chief have long had a foresight, I'm afraid, it could be that the master and his old man have already made arrangements at the beginning, right!?"

"Huh, is that baby really a piece of material?!" the purple-robed old man was a little surprised.

"Shhhh However, I have calculated, even if the young one can get the silver fir wood, even if the senior brother helps him open up a poor meridian, he still can't change the fact that the rotten wood can't be carved, it's hard to become a tool. As he spoke, he took off his hat with his robe attached and glanced back at the Sword Pavilion in the distance with deep meaning.

This gray-robed old man is none other than Tan Er, one of the four elders, and the purple-robed old man should be Mu Xiaohe.

The two stopped talking, and stood silently by the stream for a long time, seemingly looking at the scenery, but also seemed to be speechless.

Before the sunset, after the sunset, the elder Mu Xiaohe recited a clear sentence: "Read the dust, read the dust." There is a determination in the fall, and there is a determination in the fall......"

Like two inadvertent leaves in the autumn wind, the two of them inadvertently floated up, inadvertently swaying with the wind, and the figure and the lonely bird went towards the inadvertent place where the sunset was buried.

......

Gugu was entrusted by Geng Ding to tell Shaoyi everything that happened last night, and Shaoyi knew the story before and after he was fortunate to become the main swordsman.

Before the sun went down, he was the same as ever, after all, he was a five-year-old baby, and his "playfulness" did not change, and he kept squatting under the eaves to watch a group of ants.

After a day of hard work, the ants finally cooperated, and the ant colony carried the slate foam into its hole without pulling it.

Shao Yi thought to himself, these ant holes were obviously not filled with stone powder, and perhaps, there was an ant kingdom extending in all directions under the village.

Looking at the place where the stone slab was once enlarged and silently in a daze, Shaoyi seemed to miss the big slate a little, and now, the ground was empty.

Gu Gu is not strange, since he saw that Shaoyi was infected by the mountains when he returned from Daxi Mountain, he became arrogant, and now in less than a few days, he has returned to the usual "stay at home" stuffy person.

Only then did she let go of the big stone in her heart: the original Shaoyi was recovered.

Geng Ding said to Gugu, "Don't disturb him, people are sitting and meditating." ”

"It's also called ......?!"

Gugu shook her head helplessly, she always thought that the so-called people who meditate and meditate don't even have a begging job in their hands, and they are lazy to do it, which is simply a waste of life.