"You're not simple~"

This sentence with Lu Guannan's special accent has been said no less than a hundred times since he saw the golden crow blazing flame of Zongyang's body when he was cultivating on the mountain.

Zong Yang finished sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the Tibetan Sword Palace, and was about to go up the mountain to cultivate, Lu Guan came over looking around, and shouted for no reason: "It's strange, those rats, cockroaches, and mosquitoes in the house are gone, and the smell of idleness is tired?" ”

Zong Yang didn't want to explain to Lu Guannan that it was because of the death yin qi in his body, which would make Lu Guannan come to his side, because he was more than a head taller than Lu Guannan, and the latter motioned for him to lean over, blocking one hand and whispering: "The thing you cultivate is from our Qingqiu, isn't it?" Could it be that you practice qi cultivation things? ”

"Neither." Zong Yang replied.

"What?" Lu Guannan was shocked, but his voice was extremely low, like a male duck with a hoarse voice, and hurriedly said: "Cultivating things outside the main sect, that is the biggest taboo for our Taoist priests!" You have the courage to ......."

"If you don't say it, no one knows." Zong Yang smiled slightly, very calmly. Cultivating the sword spectrum exercises outside the door is indeed the biggest taboo, which Mu Tian also mentioned, but Mu Tian also added that the biggest confinement of Taoism in the world now is to abide by the rules, conceit and self-isolation, which is not as good as the two monks who practice Zen Taoism.

As for the rhetoric of committing two, Mu Tian scolded the monks of the world for not being close to women, not good at wine, and walking in the world in vain.

Take 10,000 steps back, who else in the world believes in the sun god, and who has cultivated the Prajna Sun Sutra, since it is something that does not belong to the Dao Gate, then it is not a taboo.

Lu Guannan Mumu was stunned for a moment, and his fingers shhhed and said: "Yes, God knows, you know me, I understand." ”

A Taoist priest who has been growing vegetables for most of his life really doesn't care about any taboos and taboos, and what is the difference between Taoism.

Zong Yang went up the mountain alone, meditated and practiced beside the ancient bell under the ancient cypress, and when it was close to noon, Lu Guannan tiptoed up and stood far away.

"Is there something wrong?" Zong Yang slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey, hey." Seeing that Zong Yang was not practicing, Lu Guannan ran over with three steps and two steps of cheer, shook the mushroom head and said, "Do you know, I used the swordsmanship you taught me to play tricks, and I actually defeated Na Mo Zheng!" ”

Zong Yang had a smile on his face, not proud of the swordsmanship he taught, but happy that Lu Guannan could be ashamed.

"But no, when Senior Brother Zhan Feng saw that the apprentice was beaten, he actually chased after him, and killed me without saying a word, but I carried him seven or eight swords, hehe." When Lu Guannan said this, he was not embarrassed to lose, but his face was bright and very proud.

"What realm are you in now?" Zong Yang asked with a smile.

"Hey, hey." Lu Guannan rubbed his hands, and was asked by a disciple who was nominally but never in a proper name, and replied with some unwillingness: "Nirvana Martial Extreme Realm." ”

Zong Yang raised his eyebrows, thinking that he had underestimated the mushroom-headed uncle, it turned out that he was not only growing vegetables, but his cultivation was not too wasteful.

"Do you want to improve your strength quickly?" Zong Yang said tentatively.

"I think about it every day!" Lu Guannan replied with high emotions.

No matter what the mushroom-headed uncle who was busy taking care of the vegetable field every day thought, at least this expression was very strong, and since this was the case, Zong Yang moved out of the method of fighting the black-faced general on Tiantai Mountain.

……

When Lu Guannan went up the mountain again, he held a booklet in his hand, which was a roster.

Zong Yang took the booklet, and after a cursory flip, he found that there were nearly a hundred names recorded in it, and he couldn't help frowning and asking, "There are so many of your senior brothers in the door?" ”

"No, no, no." Lu Guannan hurriedly denied it and explained: "There are twenty-eight senior brothers, and the other ones are junior nephews. ”

Zong Yang had three drops of sweat on his head, he had asked Lu Guannan to make a list according to his strength for the challenge, who knew that this mushroom-headed uncle was even ranked by his nephews and nephews, and the elders of the hall were looking for juniors to compete, and they were embarrassed to win, and they jumped off the cliff if they lost.

It seems that Lu Guannan's strength ranking in Qingqiu Gate is also above a large number of newly baked registered disciples.

"Let's get rid of the generation of teachers and nephews." Zong Yang persuaded bitterly.

"Oh." Lu Guannan didn't object, he just scratched the mushroom's head and asked, "However, if I directly challenge my senior brothers, many of them have already entered the Jue Ling Realm, and a sword qi will cut me in half." ”

Zong Yang had already anticipated this question, and said: "You said that you are a sword cultivator, and you only asked them to learn sword techniques, I believe they are very interested in using sword techniques to destroy you." ”

"Why?" Lu Guannan didn't understand.

"As a sword cultivator, it is a great shame to be won by someone with swordsmanship." Zong Yang said with a smile.

"Then I won't compare with them!" Lu Guannan immediately repented and shouted: "I can't shame the ancestors in the Tibetan Sword Palace." ”

"Why do you only think about losing, and don't you think that if you win, you can glorify your ancestors?" Zong Yang wanted to use strong self-confidence to infect Lu Guannan.

Lu Guannan hung his head, poked the tips of his index fingers at each other, shook his head and said, "I don't dare to think about it." ”

"You have defeated Mo Zheng, there is the first, there will be the next." Zong Yang knew that this sentence would not have much effect, and immediately took out a killer weapon and encouraged: "Those sword cultivation ancestors in the Tibetan Sword Hall are all looking at us, I am the hope of the master, and you are also the hope of your master, should we do something for them!" ”

"Master!" Lu Guannan suddenly raised his head, and his eyes burst into semen.

was also raised from a young age, Lu Guannan is the same as Zong Yang, there is nothing more important than the master's kindness, otherwise Mo was urinating in front of the Hidden Sword Hall that day, and he would not have fought hard with the second lord who obviously couldn't be defeated.

Since he had succeeded in arousing the simple Lu Guannan, Zong Yang began to look through the brochure carefully, and after a few glances, he found something that made him laugh.

Because Lu Guannan didn't know much about words, he used pictures instead of many words that he couldn't write, such as the second name, the first surname was replaced by a ball of grass, and a big character in the middle could still be written, but in the end he drew a turtle.

Zong Yang pointed to the name and asked, "It's called the Grass Turtle?" ”

"You can't even understand this?" Lu Guannan's thick eyebrows raised and said, "His name is Cao Tiangai!" There's a lid on the tortoise, it's very simple! ”

"The one in the middle is a big word, and the sky has to add a horizontal on the head." Zong Yang retorted helplessly.

"Like this?" Lu Guannan was surprised: "No wonder I see that this heavenly character is missing something, hehe." ”

After this discussion, Zong Yang no longer wanted to ask what the pumpkin loofah spatula villains represented respectively, so he only started to challenge tomorrow.

……

In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed since the sword cultivator's masturbation man defeated the first Qi cultivator junior disciple with a sword, Lu Guannan's behavior was very direct, that is, blocking the opponent's door, this time he had already won four junior disciples, and unfortunately lost to Zhan Feng's junior brother yesterday.

In fact, there are two juniors in front of him who did not win the first battle, they both lost the first game, in the boasting of a group of sword cultivators, Lu Guannan ran back in a gloomy manner, and after demonstrating the opponent's sword moves to Zong Yang on the mountain, Zong Yang Sect cracked the tricks, and after a night of hard work, he regained his strength on the second day and blocked the door of Zhan Feng's Xiaoguan again.

"How dare you come?!" Mo Zheng, who was rubbing his sleepy eyes, saw Lu Guannan, and hurriedly took advantage of the master's momentum and scolded.

Lu Guannan had already seen Mo Zheng, raised his chin and pulled out a sword to slash, and Mo Zheng was scared to hide back, and it didn't take long for Zhan Feng to rush out with a sword.

Goo –

Before Zhan Feng could speak, another qi eye on his body spoke first, and a group of disciples behind him hurriedly covered their noses and retreated, their own master is good at everything, he likes to eat beans the most, and he farts wildly when he eats it.

"If I win today, you will call Brother Nan in the future!" Lu Guannan is full of confidence.

"And what if you lose?" As soon as Zhan Feng finished speaking, his face was filled with intoxication, and he saw a pale yellow turbidity floating out of his back.

"I'll come back tomorrow." Lu Guannan fanned his nose and took out a black cloth to cover his nose.

"Your sister!" Zhan Feng drew his sword and went up, vowing to beat this shameless goods today and couldn't get out of bed.

Lu Guannan frowned, staring intently at Zhan Feng's sword path, and some of the sword cracking moves that Zong Yang taught yesterday all emerged.

"Hey, hey." Lu Guannan stepped back confidently, first unloading Zhan Feng's sword, and then turned back to attack, the tip of the sword was picked, and went straight to Zhan Feng's ribs.

"Huh?!" Zhan Feng had no intention of farting, seeing that Lu Guannan's sword moves had improved in one day, he blocked a sword in disbelief and then lifted his sword to attack three ways, each sword is the essence of thirty years of learning.

Lu Guannan's mushroom head is chic and elegant, no matter how Zhan Feng makes his sword, he has already been expected to set the number of ways like chess, he turned over with a harrier, the sword went sideways, and after building a connecting bridge, he avoided Zhan Feng's sect.

Quack –

A fart sounded like thunder, Zhan Feng didn't know whether it was because of the fart that he lost his energy, or if he was forced to shake his hands and feet, and he stumbled and fell behind.

Lu Guannan remembered Zong Yang's admonition, knowing that there was a rare opportunity in front of him, and the tip of the sword pointed out three flowers, which were false moves, and Zhan Feng, who was shaking, swung his sword and broke it, losing his sense of proportion.

Smack-

Lu Guannan kicked Zhan Feng's wrist, and the sword in his hand was forced to take off, and he spun in place for another week, and kicked Zhan Feng down with another kick.

Zhan Feng fell to the ground, and it hurt to hear a muffled sound, because of inertia, he spread his feet on his stomach, his lower body soared in mid-air, and his body was in a critical state of turning over again.

Lu Guannan had enough of smelling this junior brother's stinky fart since he was a child, and today he was able to turn over, taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime moment, he swiped his left hand and inserted the scabbard into Zhan Feng's breath eye.

Time seemed to change very slowly, and the onlookers were all in pain as if they had been tricked, and saw that the scabbard with the fabric of the pants under the crotch was deeply inserted into Zhan Feng's breath for a long time, only to see Zhan Feng snorting and instinctively bounce up in the air.

Lu Guannan put away his sword and turned his back, the mushroom head fluttered in a dashing manner, and said in a deep voice: "Call me Brother Nan in the future." Without waiting for Zhan Feng to scream in pain, he quickly ran away.

"Master!" Mo Zheng and the others hurriedly surrounded it, but they smelled a foul smell, thinking that Zhan Feng had been hit by this and had leaked air.

……

In this way, Brother Nan's reputation became famous, and he defeated twenty senior brothers one after another, shouting that this guy was originally Taoguang and hidden, and now he is finally going to counterattack. When the big guy was watching how the rest of the few people responded, there were two situations, the first was that no matter how Lu Guannan blocked at the door, it was to hang up the war-free card and not get out of trouble, and the second was that after winning Lu Guannan in the first game, he couldn't push the second game, and insisted that he didn't bother to fight again, and wanted to keep his reputation.

But Qingqiu is such a big place, there are not a few acres of land on a hill, and the brothers and sisters who were defeated before have long stood on Lu Guannan's side, waiting to fall into the well to see the jokes, so as to pull the rest into the water and embarrass them.

Forced by fame and prestige, some of the brothers who jumped off the wall were provoked and humiliated, and they went out to fight in a fit of anger, not believing in the evil of losing the second battle, but they often capsized in the gutter.

No matter how miserable Lu Guannan's defeat was in the first game, he only had to go back, healed his injuries in a few days, and jumped out with herbs and was a mighty Nange, and he would win the second game.

Such days lasted for more than two months, and somehow, the high-level leaders of Qingqiu were silent and did not show up, and those defeated young masters also hid in their own small views to reflect on themselves, and even ignored the correction hall that had always been thunderous and rainy.

Also unmoved, there is also Zong Yang, these days in addition to getting up early to sweep the floor in front of the Hidden Sword Palace, he has been staying on the mountain, after cultivating the Prajna Sun Jing Sutra, he squatted in front of the ancient bell to look at the sword marks, often looking at it for a day. So repeatedly, whether it is windy or rainy, or cold in early winter, it is like being fascinated, but it is still fruitless.

……

At noon after Lu Guannan defeated the last senior brother and simply outperformed his peers with his swordsmanship, an old man came to the courtyard with a straight line disciple with a sword on his back.

Lu Guannan happened to be feeding the chickens, turned his head to look at the person, and froze in place.

"Where's your disciple?" The old man moved a low wooden stool, wiped it with his sleeve and sat down, his smile was like a spring breeze.

The straight-pulse disciple behind the old man stood proudly, his eyes showed disdain for every grass and tree here, and he was holding a simple and delicate big wooden box in his hand, he was the chief disciple of Qingqiu Sect.

Lu Guannan rarely saw this old man in his lifetime, and never thought that the head of Qingqiumen would have leisure to come here, and he was not picky about sitting on the low wooden bench where the old hen often squatted. Listening to the master's question, he hurriedly threw away the broken rice in his hand, stepped forward and bowed down and said, "Go to the mountain to dry the vegetables for the disciple." ”

"Oh?" The head smiled kindly and said, "Try to go there as little as possible in the future." ”

"Yes." Lu Guannan didn't understand the meaning of the master, so he had to respond first.

"I heard that you won all the senior brothers." The head of the house said and swept the vegetable field, and continued: "It seems that you have not wasted your sword practice, I am very pleased. ”

"It's just to learn swordsmanship, but I'm still very stupid." Lu Guan Nanhan replied with a smile.

The head smiled, looked back at the Tibetan Sword Hall at dusk, his expression was gloomy, and Xiao Suo said: "Enter the sword to level the eight directions, and the sword intent will cut the sky." ”

After reading these two sentences, the head turned his head with a wry smile and sighed: "There can be one person who can enter the sword in a hundred miles, but it is difficult to cultivate the sword intent as ascending to the sky, and the manpower is limited, so time is not waiting." ”

Lu Guannan didn't understand the deep meaning of the master's words, he only felt that he was teaching himself, and hurriedly answered yes!

"You understand?" The head of the house was shocked. Although the last sword cultivator in front of him is not qualified to represent those heroic spirits in the Tibetan Sword Palace, it is also a little consolation to be able to get the resonance of a sword cultivator.

"Huh?" Lu Guannan raised his head blankly.

The chief disciple of the Qingqiu Sect snorted lightly in disdain.

The head of the sect smiled and named the meaning: "I have brought some treasured sword books of this sect's sword cultivation, I hope you can study them carefully." ”

"Yes." Lu Guannan nodded instinctively.

Leaving the wooden box, the head of the sect quietly left with the chief disciple, and Lu Guannan watched on the spot until he could no longer see his figure. He respected this master very much, because it was because of the head of the sect that he was fortunate to stay in Qingqiu, which can be regarded as a continuation of the incense of sword cultivation.

Zong Yang was still squatting under the ancient cypress, and Lu Guannan walked up and said, "The head has been here." ”

"Oh."

"Got some sword exercises."

"Oh."

Zong Yang still looked at the sword marks.

"Smack." Lu Guannan knelt on his knees and said sincerely: "I want to worship you as my uncle!" ”

Hearing this, Zong Yang stood up like a lightning strike and turned to look.