After more than two months of Taoist practice, Wang Guangyu held the knife again.

Kongtong Mountain is harmonious, and everyone is on a blind date.

watched a sword fairy battle, farming in the field, carrying water and meditating, following the old immortals on the mountain to practice fists and feet, cutting bamboo and planting bamboo in the bamboo forest, diving and floating in Xiao Tan, chatting happily in the bamboo house, drawing knives and cutting water under the waterfall, and changing single knives for double knives.

This is all Wang Guangyu's life since he went up the mountain.

He held his breath and drew his knife slowly.

This swordsman, who had only learned swords for ten months, did not say a word, and breathed slowly.

Draw your sword and slash.

The air engine on the knife rose three feet against the storm.

This knife split the waterfall, and not only the waterfall, the stone mountain behind the waterfall was cut by the knife and shattered, and the small half of the mountain was cut off.

Dao Gang flew into the sky, pointing to the north.

Li Mobai looked at the stone mountain that had been cut off from the small peak, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth

"Wang Yi, you gave birth to a good son."

On the second day of drinking in the bamboo house, Wang Guangyu entered the imperial gas without a knife.

"It's time to go down the mountain, this mountain is too peaceful, but you can't raise a decisive swordsman."

Li Mobai walked slowly.

Wang Guangyu couldn't help but be a little stunned, he was about to go down the mountain suddenly, and he felt a little reluctant.

But things always have to move forward, and the things of the past can make people nostalgic, but they will not wait in place.

"Go pack your luggage and give a few immortals on the mountain a few words, I also have a few words to say to Zhao Qingshuang's old-fashioned way."

After Li Mobai finished speaking, he swept in the direction of the Taoist temple.

Wang Guangyu sighed deeply, turned around and walked towards the house.

This time he walked very slowly, admiring the scenery along the mountain.

"I don't know anything about foreign affairs when I practice knives, and I suddenly feel that autumn is deep."

The past days are as smooth and hasty as the clear stream of Kongtong Mountain, he calculated a little, it has been five months since he went up the mountain, the first time he went up the mountain, it was still full of verdant, and when he went down the mountain, it was all over the red mountains, and the forests were dyed.

Zhao Gui, as usual, squatted in the bamboo forest and yawned, and saw Wang Guangyu passing by.

"You kid, have you finished practicing today? It's really fast today, what are we going to do this year to have fun? ”

Wang Guangyu's face was gloomy, and he didn't see joy.

Zhao Gui looked at him again

"Practicing the knife was scolded by that old man Li? It's okay, wait for Dao Ye and me to go through the sky in one step, and when the time comes, my brother will cover you, beat that Li Laohan violently, and let out this evil breath fiercely. ”

Wang Guangyu finally spoke

"I'm going down tomorrow."

After hearing this, Zhao Gui also quieted down instantly, and accompanied Wang Guangyu all the way to the house.

He finally couldn't help but speak

"Lao Tzu is so old and hasn't come down the mountain, I heard that the days under the mountain are very exciting, unlike this mountain is ordinary, next time you are going up the mountain, you must tell me more anecdotes about the mountain."

Wang Guangyu nodded and sorted out the luggage in his hand.

"Shall we go to the bamboo house for a drink in the evening? This time, I'm going to ask Master Li to get some real wine? ”

Zhao Gui smiled and agreed.

That night, Wang Guangyu sat quietly in the bamboo house all night, and did not see Zhao Guiren, but he no longer angrily threw his sleeve robe away as usual, but drank wine all night and buried another jar of wine under the bamboo house.

Wang Guangyu picked up the red sandalwood wolf's hair, and wrote the drunken poem on the bamboo house.

"How many times can I laugh in my life, and then get drunk when I meet in a fight."

Early in the morning of the second day.

Wang Guangyu had already packed his luggage, wore a pair of knives, and followed Li Mobai to say goodbye to the Taoist priests behind the mountain, Wang Guangyu turned back frequently but still didn't see the lazy figure, so he had to accept his fate, sighing and walking down the mountain.

Walking to the mountain gate, Wang Guangyu took one last look at the mountain gate

Suddenly, a Taoist robe flew over, and it was Zhao Gui

His eyes were dark, as if he hadn't slept all night, but the qi in his body was as short as two people a day ago, and even Li Mobai was surprised by this qi.

Last night, Zhao Gui pondered for a long time on the top of the mountain, and faced the wind and started to teach the boxing techniques taught that day.

He only felt that the more he hit, the smoother he became, and the more he hit, the more fluid he became, and the qi in his body that had not been moved for a long time was as turbulent as the Yellow River.

This little Taoist priest who has been in the Imperial Qi Realm since he was twelve years old has been fighting all night and has become the youngest Earth Movement Realm in the world.

Wang Guangyu couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"How about it, Master Dao, I moved into the ground last night, if I practice for another two or three years, won't Tongtian Realm come easily, and then my brother and I will cover you."

Zhao Gui crossed his hands on his hips and was full of energy.

"By the way, Master Dao, I want to give you one more thing."

Zhao Gui trembled, condensed a little silver light from his hand, and pointed at Wang Guangyu.

I saw that Wang Guangyu had a little more silver seal at the beginning of his eyebrows.

"This bit of silver light brings together a little bit of my understanding of the art of controlling qi and the moves and techniques of the fist taught by the senior brother, if you want to say that I am a master, I will practice boxing, learn the art of resisting qi, and fly with the sword on the rivers and lakes, and I can also attract the attention of some young ladies more, although I haven't seen it yet. As for the jar of wine buried under the bamboo house, the Taoist should return the gift. ”

After Zhao Gui condensed this bit of silver light, his face turned a lot paler, and he continued

"Okay, okay, send it here, don't be like the book that says, 'Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless and choking', Dao Ye is disgusting, I didn't sleep all night last night, Dao Ye I went to sleep."

After Zhao Gui finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Wang Guangyu looked at Zhao Gui's departing back without saying a word, suddenly smiled lightly, followed Li Mobai's back as he descended the mountain, and then turned around and walked outside the mountain gate.

This time he turned around and never looked back.

Until the bottom of the mountain, the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and the sea of flowers under Kongtong Mountain was also ruined, and a few dogs barked in the distance.

The mountain and the mountain are like two worlds.

"The bleak autumn wind is still the same, and the world has changed."

Wang Guangyu stroked the silver seal on his eyebrows a few times, looked at the sad autumn scene, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, and laughed loudly

"This damn world, Lao Tzu is here."