Outside the village is an earthy yellow mountain path, the road is not wide, and it is precisely because of the night rain that began yesterday evening and ended in the early hours of this morning that the mountain road is rugged and muddy, so that the steady old green cow can walk steadily on this road without slipping. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The branches and leaves of the forest trees in the mountains on both sides are separated, the shrubs are verdant, lush and verdant to the extreme, the fat and tender can pinch out the green sap, some water stains are still left on the leaves, each leaf is quite clean, looking like two green walls.

From Huangni Village to Kapok Town, the straight-line distance is not long, only a few miles, but it is really difficult for the villagers of Huangni Village to go to Kapok Town.

Since the flash flood broke the bridge two years ago, the clear stream in the mountain has not been able to cross it.

This river is too wide and too turbulent, and I don't know which master built a bridge in ancient times, anyway, neither Kapok Town nor Huangni Village now has the ability to build another bridge on this turbulent river, so they always need to make a detour, and the journey is plain and unreasonable.

It's just that for the boy, this big river is nothing, after all, the stubborn old green cow in the family is a psychic old cow who has lived for decades, and it stands to reason that he can't be surprised if he knows some demon methods, although he hasn't seen this old green cow do anything shocking over the years, it's just that when the old man Li drinks, he often complains about the old man's alcohol with a cow roar.

But crossing this big river, only this old green cow can do it.

Every time Uncle Xu took the sturdy young men in the village to Kapok Town to buy supplies, he asked several cars to go together, and naturally he didn't need Lao Qingniu's skill of crossing the river, so Xiaoqing's ability to cross the river was dedicated to serving Li Molan.

Whenever the boy went to Kapok Town to play or buy books, he rode this old green ox over, very fast, and the little green feet were not weak, just like riding a horse.

In the past, whenever he went to Kapok Town, when he came back, he would hang a book on the back of a cow and read hard, what books were sold in the bookstore, what books he read, but he didn't go to buy books, but to meet a woman, so he naturally needed some other preparations.

The boy looked left and right, originally looking for a roadside wildflower as a gift to give treasure, but then he carefully analyzed it with his mature heart, and felt that this was too stupid, it was better to bring nothing, one person was enough.

After walking through the fork of the mountain road, you can see the big river, the water in the big river is turbulent, it makes people feel afraid to look at it, and on the side of the big river, there is a big stone, and there is an old man sitting cross-legged on the stone.

The old man was dressed in an ordinary coarse cloth shirt, with two goatees, and carried a sword without a scabbard, with a red rope tied to it.

After all, Li Molan was not an ignorant child, and it was not the first time she had seen this bad old man, so she said angrily: "What are you doing here?"

The old man with the goatee who was carrying the sword opened his eyes and said incomprehensibly, "The old man is waiting for you." ”

I can't compliment this bad old man's demeanor boy, this appearance is even more regarded as a flower child in a big city, put a bowl around and estimate that he can make money every day, but he claims to be a martial arts master, let him learn martial arts, why don't you just say that he is surprised by his bones?

Li Molan said impatiently: "Old man, go away, go away, go away, people have their own pursuits in this life, I only want to cultivate the Tao in this life, I only want to pursue that immortal immortal, if I have the opportunity in the future, if I am not that ordinary ordinary people, I will definitely go to the Taoist Gate to study and become a cultivator." What kind of martial arts are you, it's too inferior, I really look down on it. ”

The old man was not annoyed, but pointed to the plain iron sword beside him, and then said: "This sword chose you, you must be my good apprentice, come good apprentice, don't be angry with the master......"

". The boy finally couldn't stand the stalking temper of this bad old man, and said: "What is there to learn about martial arts? Those who are the most unpopular cultivators can kill the second-grade martial arts masters with one sword, even if they are first-grade martial arts masters, compared to those cultivators, they are just chickens and dogs, this kind of thing, who is stupid to learn?" What's more, how chic the cultivation is, it is called an immortal by mortals, although there is no special ability, but even if the age of the cultivator does not seek immortality, he can always live for thousands of years, you old guy claims to be a leader in martial arts, and it is only two hundred years old, where does it attract me?"

As he spoke, the boy said with a dark face: "All in all, I won't go to practice martial arts, my dream is to become an immortal, not to practice swords and swords, martial arts masters from the weakest nine grades to one grade, a little talent will take thirty or forty years, right? But a person who cultivates the Tao, after three or four years of practice, can slash mortal martial artists with one sword, let you be a martial artist, all kinds of kung fu, and you are also an ant, not the kind of person who knows that cultivation is hopeless, who will practice martial arts?"

The old man with the goatee in coarse cloth couldn't help but argue: "Cultivators also have to practice swords, and they have to eat such ascetic martial arts and cultivators!"

"Then you can be regarded as admitting the rest?" Li Molan sneered.

"It's hard to deny. The old man with the goatee smiled and said, "It is indeed a mortal martial artist who has been cultivating for three or four years, and can be a mortal martial artist who has cultivated martial arts for thirty or forty years, something that cannot be denied, but you must know that there are other levels of first-class masters......

"More than a master of one grade, not to mention this Nuo Dao domain, just talking about Beihai, how many people are there?" Li Molan on the back of the green cow sneered again.

"That's it...... The old man is alone. The old man in coarse cloth sighed, "You little doll, talking to you is more tiring than talking to others." ”

Li Molan no longer paid attention to this old man who had been cultivating martial arts for two hundred years, after all, those words were touted by this old man himself, he couldn't tell the truth from the false, and he didn't bother to distinguish it, whether this bad old man was a down-and-out martial artist, or really a martial arts master as he said, so what? has nothing to do with him, and it will not make him have the idea of practicing martial arts, the reason why the Dao domain is named the Dao domain is precisely because the Dao domain is the prosperous age of cultivation, and becoming an immortal in the mouth of mortals is a great pursuit, and it is also the wish in the heart of every ordinary man, for Li Molan, it is even worse.

If he can't be the legendary thousand-year-old immortal, then he will live a life as a mortal, and he will not resist, as for the martial arts that sweat and put in a thousand efforts but cannot enter the hall and compete with the cultivator, he really can't be interested.

The river roars, and the water in the upper reaches tastes particularly clear, but when it comes here, it is a little worse, and it is a little more turbid, and the rushing water is even more daunting.

The boy patted the old green cow, the old cow named Xiaoqing understood, and quietly entered the water, and where the old green cow passed, the water flow speed seemed to slow down invisibly, which was particularly magical.

"Little doll, the old man's life is approaching, the dying man, you really don't want to be the old man's apprentice?" the two funny goateeed old men shouted at the river.

Li Molan ignored it.

In a short time, the boy had already appeared on the opposite bank on a green ox, and after a few minutes, there was no trace.

The old man in the coarse cloth with a goatee standing on the spot with a sword on his shoulder shook his head with a wry smile, looking in the direction of Kapok Town, probably remembering the best rice wine in Kapok Town, and also walked towards the other side of the river.

Different from the old green ox swimming across the river, the old man with a goatee jumped lightly into the turbulent river, treading the water, his coarse cloth shoes touched the water surface, and in an instant, he had appeared on the opposite bank, and the water did not touch his shoes.

Chic and free, walking with a sword, like a mortal sword fairy.

There was once an elderly craftsman from the city who looked at this big river, patted his chest and said that even if he was a peerless martial arts master of the first and second grades, he would definitely not be able to cross this big river, so it was impossible to build a bridge on this big river.

If you see this scene today, I don't know how the old craftsman will react.