Airplanes~~~

A dazzling light suddenly rose from within, and this light was so dazzling that it was definitely the brightest light that the boy had ever seen.

And after the light flickered, a gray-haired old man slowly appeared in the young man's sight.

"Isn't this the fairy that my mother said?" the young man's eyes widened.

The next moment, the young man immediately ran in front of the white-haired old man.

"Old man, are you a fairy?" the young man looked up at the white-haired old man with an expectant look.

"Immortal?" Jian Wushuang looked at the little guy in front of him with interest, and saw the latter's big watery eyes, and his heart was also happy.

If he is at his peak, with his strength in this Qingtian secret realm, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god.

But now, he's just an ordinary person.

"I'm not a god, I'm just a passerby. Jian Wushuang said with a smile.

"You lie, I have never seen such a bright light, and you came out of that light, you must be a god. But the boy insisted.

"Haha, if you really think so, then I am. Jian Wushuang smiled and looked down, "Little guy, what's your name?"

"My name is Chen Hu, I am from Chenjiazhuang, and everyone in Zhuangzi calls me Huzi. The boy said.

"Chenjiazhuang?" Jian Wushuang's expression moved.

"Our Zhuangzi is right at the foot of the mountain, old immortal, why don't I take you there?" said the young Chen Hu.

"Okay, go check it out. Jian Wushuang smiled.

Under the guidance of Chen Hu, Jian Wushuang slowly walked towards the Zhuangzi at the bottom of the mountain.

Very ordinary, very simple Zhuangzi, Jian Wushuang came to a bamboo house in Zhuangzi.

In the bamboo house, there is also a middle-aged woman, and a little girl of four or five years old with braids.

"Mother, I met an old fairy today, and I brought him here. Chen Hu ran to the middle-aged woman quite excitedly.

The middle-aged woman touched Chen Hu's head, then looked at Jian Wushuang, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I'm sorry, old man, this little guy is not sensible, I don't know who you are?"

"I'm a passing traveler, and my name calls me Dustless. Jian Wushuang smiled.

Dust-free ...... Walking through a world, leaving no trace of dust or traces, this is what Jian Wushuang wants.

"Old gentleman Wuchen, are you walking around this mountain alone, aren't you afraid of running into horse thieves?" said Chen Hu's mother.

"Horse thief?" Jian Wushuang frowned.

"Alas, our mountain is very big, there are hundreds of Zhuangzi like our Chenjiazhuang, of course, there are many horse thieves in this big mountain, these horse thieves rob all year round, if anyone does not give them money, they will be poisoned, Huzi and his father died in the hands of those horse thieves. Chen Hu's mother's way.

"Is that so?" Jian Wushuang nodded slightly.

"Let's not talk about this, the sun has already set, the old gentleman is afraid that he has not eaten yet, I just prepared a meal, and the old gentleman came to eat a bite. Chen Hu's mother invited with a smile.

"Eat?" Jian Wushuang's face was a little strange.

Cultivators, who feed on the aura of heaven and earth, eat some peculiar fruits or some special delicacies at most on weekdays, and feast on them.

As for eating to fill his stomach, it had been a long time since Jian Wushuang had set foot in cultivation.

So the old man disturbed. Jian Wushuang accepted the invitation with a smile.

Bread and water.

But Jian Wushuang eats with relish.

After the meal, it is also night, and the bright moon is in the sky.

Jian Wushuang sat on the mountainside of that big mountain, overlooking the brightly lit and incomparably peaceful Zhuangzi below.

"Mortals, compared to cultivators, are indeed weak, and it is not an exaggeration to even call them ants. ”

"However, cultivators have the benefits of cultivators, but they also have the benefits of mortals, at least there are few cultivators who can live a peaceful and peaceful life like this. ”

With a hint of a smile, Jian Wushuang closed his eyes.

The night passed.

In the early morning, the sky was bright, and the quiet Zhuangzi was already lively, and a large number of men in the Zhuangzi appeared in the very center of the small school field, took out their weapons and practiced, and most of them practiced guns, but most of these guns were wooden spears, made of metal, but only a few people owned.

Jian Wushuang also came to the longer one, looking at the many exercises and marksmanship in front of him, this marksmanship was just the simplest flat stab, long pick, and sweep.

Although it is ordinary, it can exert a lot of power with continuous practice.

It's a pity that the people in this Chenjiazhuang are just ordinary people, and they use the strength of ordinary people, and the strongest is only a hundred catties, but there is not even a single martial artist.

"Hah!"

Chen Hu, who is only eight years old, also holds a wooden gun that is taller than others, and is also in contact with those adults.

After a long time, everyone has finished practicing collectively, and the next thing is to practice at will.

"Huzi, come here. Jian Wushuang beckoned.

Chen Hu immediately ran over with the thumb spear, "Old man, what's wrong?"

After one night, Chen Hu also knew that Jian Wushuang was not an old immortal, but he still had great respect for Jian Wushuang.

"You like to use guns very much?" Jian Wushuang looked at Chen Hu and said.

"Yes, not only I like it, most of the people in Zhuangzi like to use guns, like my father, he also used guns before, and his marksmanship is very high. Chen Hu said.

"How tall?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Anyway, there are few people in our village who can compare to him. Chen Hu showed a look of pride, but his expression moved, "Old man, do you know marksmanship?"

"Hmm......" Jian Wushuang pondered for a moment before nodding, "I understand a little." ”

The fact that Jian Wushuang said, although he specializes in swordsmanship, he also has some understanding and study of other weapons, but he is not very proficient in it.

can be in his realm, even if it is a trace of understanding, in this Qingtian Secret Realm, it is estimated that it is at the level of a grandmaster.

"Old gentleman, do you really know marksmanship?" Chen Hu was overjoyed, and his voice also attracted the attention of many people around him.

I saw a lot of people from the Zhuangzi coming over.

"Old gentleman Wuchen, do you know marksmanship?"

"Aren't you a martial artist?"

These people in Zhuangzi also knew that Jian Wushuang was a passing traveler whose name was Wuchen.

Seeing these people around him, Jian Wushuang smiled, "I'm not a martial artist, but in terms of marksmanship, I do know a little." ”

"Great, old gentleman, can you help me see that I have created these shots myself. ”

A man with a tiger's back said in surprise, and then immediately used the three-style marksmanship he had created in front of Jian Wushuang.