"The mountain is not high, and there are immortals."

"The water is not deep, there is a dragon, there is a spirit."

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy lay leisurely on the edge of the stream, holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, lazily enjoying the sunshine.

"Ye Wuwu, you kid, how many times have I told you, don't talk nonsense every day, our little wild goose mountain, the mountains are not high and the water is not deep, there are no immortals and no dragons, go back to practice swords."

But it was a middle-aged man, who walked out of nowhere, and said angrily at the young man.

The young man known as Ye Wuwu, after hearing the voice at this moment, his face changed, but his expression was not panicked, and he got up and put on a grinning face.

"Master, you're here, I'm not lazy, in fact, this poem is not wrong, don't you often say that our ancestor is a sword immortal, isn't there an immortal in our little wild goose mountain."

The middle-aged man frowned and sneered.

"What about the dragon?"

The young man straightened his chest and said with a rather angry expression.

"I'm the real dragon."

The middle-aged man's expression was furious, and he waved the long sword in his hand lightly, and he was about to slash at the young man in front of him.

"Dare to talk nonsense, if you don't abolish you today, Lao Tzu won't be surnamed Dugu."

But the boy had already run away.

In the distance, the young man's smiling voice was heard.

"Master, I can practice the sword, don't talk about these things, your ears are tired of hearing them."

The middle-aged man shook his head and stopped paying attention to the young man who was far away.

On a mountain cliff, there was a sound of breaking the air.

Ye Wuwu waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword move seemed to be substantial.

The chain of twelve swords passed, the young man's eyes were like lightning, and he saw a flash of sword light, and a terrible sword mark three inches deep and three feet long was drawn on the boulder opposite, which was clean and neat.

His name is Ye Wuwu.

It has been more than seven years since I came to this world.

He died in an accident in his previous life, but when he came to this world, he was full of joy.

He has read a lot of popular online novels, and his heart is full of expectations for this world.

However, the truth is brutal.

Seven years ago, he was ten years old.

What he didn't expect was that at that time, he was homeless and mixed with a group of wandering beggars all day long.

The small loss at the beginning could not hinder the big dream in Ye Wuwu's heart.

He is a three-good young man in the 21st century who has received a high-end education, and when he comes to such a backward era, he cannot shine with his wisdom.

He resolutely left the beggar's den and went out into the street.

He tried a lot.

First of all, I went to the Yamen.

He said that he was clever, and he had seen Conan read Kaneda, and there was no case in the world that he couldn't solve.

Then he was kicked out.

Then Ye Wuwu went to the Chamber of Commerce again.

He said that he has the highest sales of real estate and an annual income of one million, and if he uses me, he will make all the money in the world.

Then he was kicked out again.

Ye Wuwu gritted his teeth, people are iron rice and rigid, and he has not been hungry for a few days, so he starts from the grassroots level first, and it is not bad to be a cook.

Then he found himself unable to pick up the pot.

He also wants to sell poetry, after all, he has ink in his belly, and knowledge is worth 10,000 dollars.

Then he found out miserably that although he could understand the language and writing of this world, he could not understand it.

Can't write.

In short, he was defeated.

A ten-year-old, no matter what he says, no one wants him.

Until that day, he couldn't stand the hunger anymore, and saw a noodle restaurant around, and there was a person sitting on the table outside, and a very good-looking saber was put aside by him.

It can be worth a lot of money.

Ye Wuwu is on.

Ye Wuwu touched it.

Ye Wuwu...... Get nailed.

He thought he was going to be beaten badly, but he saw that the man was squinting at him.

"The qualifications are not bad." The man said coldly.

Ye Wuwu didn't understand.

The man then said.

"Do you want to learn swords?"

Ye Wuwu understood.

Since then, Ye Wuwu has been learning swords with this man.

It's been seven years.

Xiaoyan Mountain is a barren mountain, there is no door and no faction on the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain, there is a small wild goose village.

Ye Wuwu lives in the mountains.

In the evening, Ye Wuwu finished his day's cultivation and returned to his residence.

The dwellings were also simple, with a clearing in the mountains, enclosed by a fence, forming a small courtyard in which several low houses were erected.

In the courtyard, there stood a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl with a beautiful face.

The girl stood there at this moment, her eyes closed, her sword in both hands, as if meditating.

Ye Wuwu glanced at the other party, didn't say hello, and walked straight to his room.

The girl in the courtyard opened her eyes, and a pair of eyes looked at Ye Wuwu.

"You're making the master angry again?"

The girl asked, her voice clear and nice.

Ye Wuwu replied angrily.

"I happened to be bumped into by him during the break, but let's say it first, I'm not lazy."

The girl's eyes rolled, as if she had thought of something, and said.

"The master said you didn't have anything to eat tonight."

Ye Wuwu was stunned for a moment, then looked directly at the other party and said loudly.

"You're speaking ill of me again?"

Ye Wuwu knew in his heart that although he liked to express his feelings when he had nothing to do on weekdays, and the master had met him many times, the other party knew very well in his heart that he had never fallen behind in playing and practicing swords.

Now that I have no food to eat, it is definitely not what the master meant.

The girl glanced at him and said.

"I'm just telling you the truth."

Ye Wuwuqi's teeth itched.

The corners of the girl's mouth rose a little arc and smiled.

"What, want to fight?"

Ye Wuwu suddenly froze.

He really couldn't beat the girl in front of him.

The girl is his younger sister, named Lu Caiwei, and when she practiced with her master for a year, one day the master brought back a child.

The other party is three years younger than him.

At the beginning, Ye Wuwu was also idle and bored, staying in the mountains where birds don't every day to practice swords, there were only two people on the mountain, he and the master, two big men, it was good if he didn't hold back his illness.

At this time, a little ghost suddenly came, and Ye Wuwu couldn't help but tease her.

At that time, Ye Wuwu had been practicing kung fu for a year, relying on his own martial arts, whether it was ordinary or when he practiced swords, Ye Wuwu often made this child cry.

Of course, Ye Wuwu didn't have any malicious intentions, he just simply teased the other party, and he would run down the mountain afterwards and bring some novelties to the little girl.

But what Ye Wuwu never expected was that this little girl was very resentful.

It's okay to hold grudges, but the most annoying thing is that the other party's cultivation talent is better than his own.

In just half a year, Ye Wuwu went from crushing the other party at the beginning to gradually leveling off.

In the end, he was crushed by the other party.

The status of Ye Wuwu, the senior brother, has also been high in front of Lu Caiwei at the beginning, and the world is different in the end.

Hate!

Ye Wuwu had a stomachache, but he couldn't attack, so he could only go straight back to the room.

But the thought that I would have nothing to eat later, my stomach hurt even more.