In June, at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, although the climate of Beihai is cool, the warmth still can't help but rise, and the sun in the sky is getting hotter and hotter, and the dappled light and shadow sprinkled on the ground through the fat flowers and green leaves in the locust forest are like ten thousand dollars. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After staying for so many days, it was the result of these two old men with goatees, Li Molan rode on the back of the ox, looked at the ram Yuliu and Huangli on the fork in the road outside the village, raised his arms high and waved, so as to gather and disperse.

The boy in white and his little maid want to travel in Beihai, last night, the drunken ram Yuliu threatened to see the whole Beihai world in a drunken manner, a folding fan swayed around, and finally fell to the ground with a click, or Huang Li'er helped him pick it up, and then knocked on the drunken man's head at once, and scolded angrily before letting this drunken guy shut up.

At that time, the old sword fairy who was drinking with the boy in white was also drunk just right, and began to talk nonsense like him, in fact, this was not nonsense, but just talked about the things of those cultivators that the old guy had cleaned up.

Who would believe this kind of thing, isn't that nonsense?

Only Li Molan looked at the crazy old man from a distance, secretly thinking that the dignified Beihai Sword Immortal had such a shoddy image, and it was unreasonable to be honest, or the appearance in those mortal legends, it was rumored that the Beihai Sword Immortal had red lips and white teeth, and was handsome and extraordinary, holding a dragon elephant sword, and singing and slashing evil immortals in a drunken manner, how chic it was, how could people associate it with this drunken old man who didn't forget to peep at the little girl's breasts?

Of course it can't be connected, and of course no one will suspect this old guy.

Only the drunken ram Yuliu seemed to really believe it, and echoed loudly, as if he really regarded the coarse cloth sloppy old man in front of him as the real Beihai Sword Immortal, praised and touted, admired it, and said that it was a great blessing to be able to drink wine and eat meat with the Beihai Sword Immortal, and it would be a great blessing to be able to use it as a conversation after tea and dinner for a lifetime or something in the future, so that the drunken old sword fairy was happy.

"They're really drunk. Huang Li'er said speechlessly.

"Drunk and dreaming of death, there is no help. ”

On the back of the old green cow, Li Molan muttered to herself helplessly.

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Outside Huaihua Village, after separating from the white-clothed boy and the maid in the broken flower clothes at the fork in the road, the sword-hugging boy riding on the back of the old green ox asked softly: "Dry old man, what do you think of the ram and the willow?"

"What do you think?"

Li Molan was furious: "Don't sell the old guy, I have already discovered that his white folding fan is estimated to be made of iron, heavy and hard, and can be used as a weapon, but he is plainly regarded as a real fan, what is it that is not a master? Don't bully me I can't see it, he is either a super martial arts master or a cultivator." ”

Kujiushi asked, "Do you think he is a cultivator or a martial arts master?"

"Probably a cultivator. ”

Li Molan paused, carefully analyzed it in his heart, and then said: "He is so young and so deeply hidden, he is obviously a cultivator. ”

The old man with two goatees smiled and said, "Guess wrong, he is a martial artist, a powerful martial artist...... The martial artist who can step into the realm of Yipin at a young age seems to let the old man see what he looked like when he was young. ”

"You were so chic when you were young?" asked Li Molan rhetorically.

"That's natural, when the old man was young, not to mention causing thousands of little ladies to scream, and being suave and suave, that is the right thing to do, how many people in the world can walk the world with one person and one sword like the old man, and kill all the cultivators who do evil? What is a cultivator in the eyes of mortals? It is an immortal, it is an immortal who has lived hundreds or thousands of years old, but what is it in the eyes of the old man? The dry old man said shamelessly.

"Didn't you say that there is no queen in the North Sea Martial Arts? ”

"This ...... It's just that he didn't meet the real terrifying descendant, this young man called Ram Yuliu is really good, worthy of the old man's terrifying evaluation of the descendant, if nothing else, he will become another martial artist in Beihai in addition to you in the future, and even enter the realm of returning to the basics, it is not impossible. ”

"That's really high enough, what about me?"

"You...... Your kid is the true disciple of the old man, if you can't step back to the basics, then you are not the old man's apprentice, if you don't enter the realm of martial arts like the old man in the future, then you yourself are ashamed, right?"

Li Molan thought about it according to his words, it seemed that it was really the case, patted her chest and said, "It's okay, we have this confidence." ”

For the first time, the dragon elephant sword in his arms let out a faint sword roar.

The old sword fairy was full of surprise: "Yes, this broken sword has turned its elbow outward, obviously the old man is the old master, and this dragon and elephant sword dares to echo for you." ”

Li Molan looked at the Beihai Dragon Elephant that had been holding in her arms for two and a half years in surprise, gently rubbing the blade like autumn water, and smiled slightly.

The road ahead is long, but there have been no complaints, what I have seen and experienced along the way are far more wonderful than the little anecdotes I saw in Huangni Village when I was a child.

The world is very big, even if it is just the North Sea.

Follow this bad old man to walk the world, see through the red dust to raise the sword heart, it seems to be tired, but in fact it is not, it is interesting.

Three years flew by.

On the way back, Li Molan followed the old man to the small village where he was chased and cut down, and the old man with the goatee who had not changed his stubborn attitude that night went to steal the cooked beef of that family again, sat down with the boy and ate it, and then a new problem arose.

"You still ...... this little porcelain bowl Still not yet?" asked Li Molan, who hesitated for a moment.

For the first time, the old sword immortal withered wine poem fell silent.

After a long silence, the old man said in a hoarse tone, "Still...... Pay it back. ”

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"There's no time to explain, let the old man get on the cow!"

"Master, they're chasing after you again, did you mean it?"

"This time it wasn't the theft that was discovered, this time it was the old man who finally mustered up the courage to touch the ass of the little lady in the village, and was seen by his man!"

"I see, this is understandable! Xiaoqing, let's rush!"

The clattering hooves of the cow trampled on the ground, like the sound of horses' hooves.

As soon as the old green cow exerted his strength, with the power of the Hanhai, he repeatedly hit several big trees in the way, and rushed straight away, this sturdy old green cow reminded the sturdy man in the village behind him of the same flexible and strong old cow three years ago.

"Damn, it's you again!" the sturdy man with a chicken-killing knife burst out with a roar that echoed far away.

"Master, why do you always chase people as a peerless sword immortal figure? Although your martial arts are not very good for stealing chickens and dogs, it is too embarrassing to be caught all the time, right?"

"Hmph, if it weren't for that little girl's skin...... It's too soft, and I won't let my guard down, and let this ordinary man have a chance!"

"Then the little lady didn't turn around and slap your old man?"

"I turned my head and hidden, the old man is a martial arts master. ”

"This is a sincere admiration......"

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You can vaguely see a small city in the distance, the city is not big, there is no so-called city wall, those fragrant wine shops, light tea shops, grocery stores that no one passes by, the forest is in groups, the streets of the downtown are bustling, the people come and go endlessly, there is a bit of liveliness.

This small city, which is not very big and has nothing surprising, is called Xunyang, which is what the people in the Kapok Town in the mountains often call Xunyang City.

At that time, Xunyang City was in the eyes of the people in the town, including Huangni Village and Li Molan in the village, this Xunyang City was a big city full of flowers, but after all, people will change and grow, see different scenery, see different worlds, and even their horizons will become higher.

It's just a small city.

A small town that doesn't even have earthen walls.

Li Molan rode on the back of the old green cow, the old green cow stood on the cliff, looking at the Xunyang City from a distance, and the person and the cow were motionless like sculptures.

Not far behind him, the dry wine poem stood quietly, not bothering the boy and the old cow who were a little timid in their hometown.

It's not homesickness, in fact, that's it.

But three and a half years, 13,000 miles.

Li Molan was silent for a long time, patted Xiaoqing under him, and then looked back at Kujiu Shi.

"Let's go into the city and have a look. ”