Saying goodbye to the old Taoist priest naturally caused a lot of sadness, and he always couldn't hold back his tears. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

can't wave his hand and go recklessly, it's really because there are too many worries in my heart.

The white clouds are like flocculents, and only a small mist can be felt during the flight, and the wind is whistling in the ears.

Duan Qianhua rushed through the vitality between heaven and earth with a vast sword intent, and walked with a sword.

Zhuo Zangfeng carried the wooden box on his back, holding Duan Qianhua tightly, not daring to let go at all.

When he gradually got used to it, he wondered why he couldn't see the scenery underground.

Landing on a towering peak, he couldn't help but express the doubts in his heart.

"Old monster, why can't you see those scenery clearly?"

Duan Qianhua stood at the top of the peak, looking at the lush pine forest in the distance, and said proudly: "The foundation is too shallow, if you want to seek truth in nothingness, you need a realm." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't understand, he was silent for a long time, a little unconvinced, and pouted: "It's all you, an old monster, let me guard a broken wooden box, otherwise I can also appreciate the great rivers and mountains." ”

The old sword god who shook the ages laughed, "My wooden box is better than any treasure in the world. When he said this, his eyes showed great conceited pride.

Zhuo Zangfeng pursed his lips, ignored him for a long time, and asked after a long time, "Are you really Duan Qianhua?"

The old sword god looked at him very seriously and said, "Duan Qianhua is not a big deal, can I still pretend?"

Isn't Duan Qianhua a peerless sword master? Isn't he a great sword god in the Land Immortal Realm? Suddenly remembering the hard work of several years, Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't help but have a childish attack, took off the wooden box from behind his back, threw it at his feet, turned his head and left.

When the old sword god saw this, he didn't chase after him, but only asked behind him, "Don't you want to know what is hidden in the box?"

What was in the box, how could Zhuo Zangfeng not want to know. But he couldn't let the old monster succeed, so he held back his curiosity, pretended to ignore it, and strode away.

The old sword god originally wanted to arouse the young man's curiosity, but he never thought that the other party would not eat this set, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly remembered something, stood up, and said in a loud voice in the air: "Why did you take my fast snow?"

Zhuo Zangfeng smiled secretly, pretending not to hear, deliberately sinking his face, with an angry expression, seeing the old monster blocking the road in front, he was still angry and said: "If the wooden box is exchanged for a sword, it doesn't hurt if I lose it once." ”

The old sword god turned around, but looked at the reckless mountains in the distance.

Although he is mentally mature, he is still a child after all, and he can't help but be curious, and he keeps guessing what is hidden in the box. There is another question that has been lingering in my mind.

After a stalemate for a while, he finally asked again.

"This box, I smashed it with a stone but flew high, and I slashed it with a sword but there was no movement. ”

Duan Qianhua's eyes widened: "What? You rabbit cub! You actually hit me with a stone while I'm not away?"

Zhuo Zangfeng glanced at him and pouted, "Who told you not to keep the agreement?"

The old sword god knew that he was at a loss, and said with a smile: "I have comprehended the way of heaven, and I want to use five years to impact the 'Flying Wonderland' outside the sky, and I also want to do a big thing, but unfortunately the sky does not fulfill people's wishes." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng turned his head, "'Flying Wonderland'?

"High. Duan Qianhua was sure.

"You must be bragging!"

"Huh!"

"Why can't the sword cut the wooden box?" Zhuo Zangfeng pulled back to the original question.

"You smashed the wooden box with a stone, I didn't see it, you used the fast snow sword to cut the wooden box, and I was already out of the customs. My sword, my box, I can sense it even from thousands of miles away. ”

"Bragging!" Zhuo Zangfeng pouted, "Then I smashed the wooden box with a stone, why didn't you sense it?"

"I'm in retreat. "The grumpy old sword god is always gentle and patient with him.

"Isn't retreat just pretending to be a dead person, not eating or drinking, eating and drinking?"

"How could it be so simple?"

"Or find a cave, like a rat. ”

"It won't be like this. ”

"Do you want to collect wild fruit and ginseng, natural treasures, and furnace alchemy?"

"That's the Dan Dao faction. ”

"Who is the best in the Dan Dao sect. ”

"Naturally, it's the bull's nose of Dongfang Yinyue. ”

"Why does a Taoist priest call him a cow nose?"

"Because Taoist priests are like cows?"

"How like a cow?"

"Lao Tzu rode a bull through the Han Valley, and enlightenment came true. ”

"What kind of cow is a cow?"

"The cow is a green cow. ”

"What's in the broken wooden box?"

"The broken wooden box contains the essence of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, stars, sun and moon, and ...... You, keep me a secret. "The old sword god finally didn't fall for it.

Zhuo Zangfeng covered his mouth and smiled, still refusing to let go of this long-pending question, "What is pretending?"

"You'll find out then. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng understood that there was no secret anymore, and said loudly: "From now on, the box will return to Zhao completely, and it has nothing to do with me if it is broken, damaged, rotten, or broken." ”

Duan Qianhua held the wooden box in one hand and sighed: "The box is still yours after all." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng pouted, "I'm not rare. As he spoke, he yawned, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Why do I fall asleep every time I open the wooden box according to the mantra you taught?"

"If you don't sleep, you'll be torn to shreds. That's the mysteries I left behind. so as not to hurt you. ”

The peaks are like anger, the pine waves are like roaring, the two talk about walking, and watch the scenery along the way. After climbing over two mountains, a dense pine forest appeared in front of me.

Duan Qianhua stretched his waist and said leisurely: "Walking is much more comfortable than flying swords." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng objected, "How fast is the flying sword, how majestic! I want to know when you will open the box?"

Looking down at him, Duan Qianhua's eyes were full of love, and he smiled: "You are still thinking about the wooden box, and I will take you to open the box in a few ****." ”

"Take me? Do you want to invite someone else?"

Duan Qianhua carefully recalled this sentence and said for a long time: "Yes! Whether you succeed or fail is your creation." ”

"My creation, my creation, is to meet you, and nothing can be accomplished. Speaking of this, Zhuo Zangfeng was a little indignant.

The mountain wind is lonely, and one old and one young are talking and walking. Through this conversation, Zhuo Zangfeng understood many problems that could not be explained before. I also remembered a lot at once.

The old Taoist priest should have followed his nephew out of Qifeng County by now.

The sky is clear, eternal, don't say goodbye now, I don't know when we can see each other.

Seeing that his nephew is loyal and honest, he will definitely take care of his old age.

At this moment, I inexplicably miss the small Taoist temple that was destroyed by the fire, and the two copper coins left by the old Taoist priest in the salt pot. There are also ten peachwood swords sharpened by hand in the cave.

Thinking of the past in the Taoist temple, thinking of the old Taoist priest who was silent, a trace of melancholy rose in his heart.

There was smoke drifting from the distance, and when I turned the corner of the mountain, I saw a few scattered houses.

The sun will set, and the village will be hidden in the mist, very quiet.

Staying at the farmhouse at night, after dinner, the old sword god went out alone with the wooden box.

The moon stars are scarce, and the old monster wants to go to the mountain to open the box without telling himself, and Zhuo Zangfeng is indignant after him.

Duan Qianhua didn't walk fast, but he chased after him a little hard. Seeing a peak, the old monster gently put down the wooden box and looked up at the deep night sky for a long time.

After a few moments, he sat down cross-legged, and the wooden box was less than a foot in front of him. The light was all over the field, and even the leaves and grass around him reflected a faint halo. There are leaves and dew shimmering, like round gems one after another. The breeze blows on the face, and the quiet and quiet of the night makes people feel refreshed.

The old sword god sat upright, his hands and fingers intertwined, and in the silence of the night, he could see that countless vitality was moving closer to him, and for a moment, he seemed to be in contact with heaven and earth, and the divine machine was in perfect harmony.

He spoke slowly, chanting the mantra gently.

Zhuo Zangfeng thought to himself, the old monster recites the mantra, I won't be sleepy too, right?