The snow passed and the sky was clear, and just after noon, the old gentleman explained a few words, and the fairy children left school.

"Which little chop did it!"

As soon as he got out of the school, Xia Mu stomped his feet and roared in the crowd.

I don't know who did it, but his blue-eyed bull's front hooves were broken.

"The surname is Li! Don't deceive people too much! ”

Xia Mu shouted and squeezed through the crowd, staring at Li Sihan viciously.

"Your cow is bad for the legs, but you are bad for the brain."

Li Sihan patted Bailu gently, and the surrounding classmates could see clearly that Bailu was spotless.

is also a fierce beast of Erdan, if it is done by Bailu, it will definitely be a lose-loser.

"It's not us, let's go!"

Ji Wutong walked over with Da Bai, and the blue-eyed green cow suddenly fell to his knees and convulsed for some reason.

Xia Mu didn't care about being held accountable, and hurriedly beckoned seven or eight family members to hold up his mount.

Out of the school, this alley is the main road in the town.

"Uncle Ji! Come to your house in a few days to greet the New Year! ”

Li Sihan greeted Ji Laigui on the other side of the road, and said goodbye to Ji Wutong beside him.

"Hurry up and go home, go back and try on new clothes, your mother bought you ribs."

Ji Laigui held Dabai, and there was still a trace of anger in his words.

"I'll be back later. I'll go to the lake! Tomorrow's big exam, I'm ......"

Ji Wutong followed behind his father, knowing that his father was still angry, but he didn't know how to apologize.

"How many times have I said that when you go to someone's door and use someone's land, you can't go empty-handed."

Ji Laigui stopped at the door of the roasted food shop, and the peanuts in the store had just come out of the pot.

"I promised Uncle Jiang to bring him some snacks today."

Ji Wutong stopped at the door of the store, hesitated and decided to tell his father.

Ji Laigui didn't speak, turned his head and walked with his son to the dim sum shop on the other side.

Dim sum is not something they usually eat at home, once a month.

The four pieces of dim sum were neatly wrapped in oily paper, and calloused hands hung it around Dabai's neck.

"How many times have I told you to behave in a gregarious manner. You don't deal with anyone but him! How does this work? ”

The father and son walked all the way to the entrance of the town.

"I know, Daddy! I came out in a hurry today. ”

Ji Wutong practiced his head, and his big rough hands straightened out his shoulder bag.

"Dad, I'll be back before dark!"

Ji Wutong led Dabai to the outside of the town, turned around and waved to his father.

"Don't worry, the road is slippery! Your mother and I will wait for you to eat. ”

Looking at Ji Laigui's distant figure, the haze in the little bastard's heart was gone.

The Father and the Son may not need to apologize before, but only need to give each other a step.

On the edge of the wild lake outside the town, a woman in a red dress has naked feet, and her skirt is faintly visible. She was the woman who listened to Ji Wutong being beaten on the eaves that night.

"Did he really say that? Red kite, I'll just say I'm not faulty! ”

Old man Jiang listened to what the red kite said and laughed.

"Really?"

The red kite sits on top of a tree branch with a slight tiptoe. Under the thin eyebrows, the eyes are like springs.

"Maybe I'll be wrong, but he won't!"

Old man Jiang glanced at the surface of the lake, and the surface of the lake shook with ripples, and he instantly returned to calm.

Not far away, Da Bai spread his hooves and ran into the grass, and Ji Wutong walked this way with a bow on his back.

The corners of the red kite's mouth are raised, like the warm light under the ice and snow.

"Dim Sum!"

Ji Wutong glanced at the red kite on the tree, and didn't ask much.

"The school didn't send it, this is what your father bought?"

Old man Jiang raised his eyes and looked at Ji Wutong who was arched on his back.

"How do you know that the school hasn't been sent?"

Ji Wutong looked at Old Man Jiang and then at the red kite on the tree.

"I also knew that when you heard it today, you were scolded by Mr. for being bloody!"

The old ginger grinned, and even the red kite in the tree pursed its lips to look at the lake.

"It's not a scolding." Ji Wutong took the bow from his body, and in the arrow basket behind him were sharpened wooden sticks.

"How do you practice archery?" The red kite frowned, and now there are too few immortal cultivators who practice bows and arrows in this world.

The Legalist holds the whip, the soft whip is easy, and the iron whip is fierce and fierce.

Soldiers' guns and sticks, guns can sweep thousands of troops, and sticks can attack and defend freely.

Taoism whisks the dust, and goodness is like water.

Although the Confucian sword shoots both lines, the sword can cultivate one's self, and archery is only an auxiliary.

"Archery doesn't cost anything!"

Ji Wutong bent his bow and arrows, and before Old Man Jiang could speak, he answered the red kite's question.

Any artifact is worth a lot of money, but the bow is not used. Artifact, spelling is a weapon. Archery, spelling is magic.

"Delicious! Delicious! It's cost your dad money, and it's bothered. ”

Old man Jiang opened his mouth wide, and after putting a piece of dim sum into his mouth, suddenly the fishing rod shook, and a big fish jumped out of the lake.

The fish came out with arrows, with a faint purple light, and one hit was sure to hit. This kind of exercise has been tried many times.

"He practices with you every day?" The red kite saw that the two of them were very tacit.

"There is an additional fee for the cultivation of the school, and it is not suitable elsewhere, what do you want this child to do?"

Old man Jiang smashed his mouth, and a fish was nailed like a lake by Ji Wutong.

"You dying man, teach him something real. Then someone will be able to bury you in the ground! ”

The red kite spoke, and a long skirt crossed the lake, submerging into the reeds in the sky.

"Old man, you ...... Is what she said true or false? ”

Ji Wutong put down his bow and arrows, and couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

In addition to Li Sihan, Old Man Jiang can be called his friend.

I still remember that when I first entered the hall, Old Man Jiang lived by the wild lake, living alone.

The land of Kyushu doesn't care who lives in these places, and it depends on the ability to live in the wilderness for a long time.

Old man Jiang is a weirdo. Very grumpy. At first, everyone in the town thought he was crazy.

An old man who loves to drink and is full of crazy words, claiming to be an immortal.

"I'm an immortal, and if I die, it's also called feathering!"

Old man Jiang stood up and patted Ji Wutong on the shoulder.

"I'm asking you, real or fake?"

Ji Wutong's eyes were full of firmness, and Old Man Jiang's words just now were obviously prevaricating himself.

"I said I'm an immortal, do you think it's true or not?"

Ji Wutong did not answer. Old man Jiang said, took the bow in Ji Wutong's hand, weighed it, and pulled out a full bow but did not take an arrow.

"Whoosh!"

A fierce wave of qi emanated with the bow, and the moment a little red light shot into the surface of the lake, the center of the water suddenly exploded, and the water splashed into bloom.

"Bow and stand, stand between heaven and earth!"

Old man Jiang pulled his bow again, this time pointing at a big tree by the lake, the speed of that red light was so fast, when Ji Wutong looked at the tree again, there was a bang that the big tree toppled down.

"Gong Ping, sweep all things in the world!"

Pulling the bow again, three red lights floated between the old man's fingers, and the moment the fingers were released, a reed swing in front of him was razed to the ground.

"So you didn't lie to me, you are really an immortal."

After a while, Ji Wutong's voice was a little hoarse. I've been practicing bow shooting here for many years, so it looks like I'm playing at home.

"You brought me delicious food the first time you came to the door, how can I lie to you, old man!"

Old man Jiang returned the bow to Ji Wutong's hand with a smile, and returned to his old appearance, sitting on the ground with his hands on his back.

For so many years, the cultivation ground in the school hall was naturally not Ji Wutong's turn to use.

Back then, he could only come to the lake to practice, but the big guys said that Old Man Jiang was crazy, but his mother said that crazy people are not necessarily bad people.

That day, Ji Wutong carried his bow and a small jar of wine in his hand, and was taken by the old ginger with a smile.

"If you really die, I won't let you die violently, even if I don't care, my father and mother will take care of it!"

Ji Wutong's words were loud, but he didn't glance at Old Man Jiang.

Old man Jiang laughed a few times, and said to himself:

Whether a person can become an adult depends on his parents. To see whether a person can succeed or not, it depends on himself.

"The bow stands like a man, and he stands on the top of the world."

The fairy root in Ji Wutong's chest ushered in a warmth that went straight to his fingertips.

The arrow came out, and the white light tightly wrapped the arrow, and this white light was no longer as weak as before, and it was clearly visible to the naked eye!

The moment the arrows collided with the surface of the lake, the water splashed two feet high.

"If Gong Ping is a human being, I am all beings, and all beings are equal!"

The fairy root in his chest trembled slightly, and he was full of vigor.

Ji Wutong flattened the bow and took advantage of the trend, and a half-human-high water curtain rose impressively.

"Teachable! Teachable! ”

Old man Jiang nodded contentedly, his clothes had already been splashed by the lake.

Ji Wutong, who took a deep breath, sat by the lake, looking at the reeds in the distance in a daze.

"Old man!"

"Say!"

"You're a sharpshooter?"

The divine shot in Ji Wutong's mouth is a legendary type of immortal.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, in the great battle between humans and spirits, fierce beasts and water ghosts, the Divine Shot terrified these alien races.

Wherever the bow and arrow went, there was no grass. Wherever the bow and arrow point, surrender.

"Marksmanship...... Hahaha! Right! I am! ”

Old man Jiang hesitated for a while before answering this question.

The sunset reflects on the snow and connects with the lake, and the golden light shines. Ji Wutong sat by the lake and didn't say much.

The vigorous opportunity just now actually made him break through the realm.

Must be on the eyes, Ji Wutong can clearly feel that his immortal root is not like a wisp of smoke, but has turned into a small cloud of chaos.

He couldn't see what seemed to be wrapped in the chaos.