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"Who are you?"

Between the white sky and the earth, above the sky, the cyan figure is blurred, like an illusion.

"It's been 2,000 years, it's been more than 2,000 years, do you know how we spent it?"

The woman in white clothes fluttering, with a cold expression, looks like a fairy in her hand and points to the sky, a pair of cold eyes glaring at the man in green clothes above the sky, the whole body will shake with excitement and dryness every time she makes a sound, and the peaks and mountains are stacked on top of each other, and the beauty is absolutely moving.

"Who am I? I want to know who I am, too! The man in Tsing Yi whispered, and flew farther into the sky without looking back.

"Come back."

The woman in white snorted, and the fairy sword in her hand slashed towards the sky, and in an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds were whirl.

However, she was defeated again, and this was the two thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth sword she wielded......

Chapter I

The sky is very blue, the blue is not like words, there is no view at a glance, like a blue ocean.

The sun is shining and the breeze is blowing.

It is the stinging solar term in March, and the temperature is gradually warming.

This year's summer seems to have come unhurriedly and slowly.

Behold the peaks of the mountains, where the snow has not yet melted; Look at the green grass at the foot of the mountain, but it is thriving.

Lin Jing stung Erlang's legs, lying on the verdant green grass, holding an unknown grass in his mouth, half-squinting his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun, and his expression was comfortable and leisurely.

Just a few feet away from him, there is an old cow in the herding, the old cow from time to time bows its head to gnaw on the grass, from time to time to look up into the distance, simple and lovely, leisurely.

Lin Jingjing had just turned twelve, his face was yellow and thin, his body was like a bamboo pole, and his actions were like the wind.

There is a small village at the foot of the mountain, called "Bailu Village", there are only more than 30 families going back and forth in Bailu Village, and this free-range old cow is the only ploughing cow in the village.

Lin Jingjing lost his father and mother at a young age, grew up eating a hundred family meals, and because he was young, he was responsible for taking care of the cattle.

The work of herding cattle is actually very easy, you can breathe fresh air, free and unrestrained.

"Brother Sting, Brother Stinging."

At this time, two immature voices came from not far from the grassy slope, and then, one after the other, two children with dreadlocks rushed in.

"Xiaoman, Xiaoxia, why are you here together." Lin was stunned with a surprised voice, his eyes were half-squinted, and he didn't turn over.

"Brother Shock, the village chief asked you to go back." A skinny child said.

"The village chief is looking for me?" Lin opened his eyes in surprise and said suspiciously, "What is the village chief looking for me to do?" ”

The two children ran to him and me, and did what he did, lying on the lawn, with Erlang's legs crossed, pulling out an unknown weed, and holding it in his mouth.

"The village chief asked you to go back and read a letter for him." The thin boy also half-squinted his eyes and said in his tone.

"That letter was sent back by Brother Da Yong from a far, far away town." Another child casually added.

"There was a tall and strong black mule that came back with the letter, and the black mule was amazing, with a tail like a banana fan, which could keep swaying, so that those annoying flying insects could not get close." The thin boy imitated the black mule's appearance and learned the sound of the black mule.

Lin patted his head and said, "That's a dark horse, only a letter horse can give people a letter." ”

"Dark horse? No wonder the black mule looked different from the others. ”

The two children looked like they had suddenly realized, which caused Lin to laugh in surprise, and took the opportunity to touch their heads.

"Brother stunning, don't pat Xiao Xia's head, my father said, if you pat your head often, it will not be bright." Xiao Xia pouted unhappily.

"Okay, Brother Stinging doesn't pat Xiaoxia's head." Lin was stunned and couldn't laugh or cry.

"You can't shoot Xiaoman." Another child also spoke to cater to him.

"Okay, Brother Shock, don't pat your little heads." Lin turned over in surprise and said, "You two help a little, cut some tender grass, and prepare some rations for the old cow." ”

"Yes, Brother Shock." The two children answered, and they also rolled over.

After an hour, the three of them were busy and finally prepared a full bundle of young grass.

Lin was stunned and followed the two children down the mountain, led the oxen to the cowshed, tied them to the oxen, and hurried to the village chief's house.

Before he arrived at the village chief's residence, he saw a group of people outside the village chief's residence from a distance.

Lin Jingjing couldn't help but wonder what was written in the letter sent back by Brother Da Yong, so that everyone could wait to see the excitement, so he quickened his pace.

"Little, here." A fat aunt spotted him and hurriedly beckoned to him.

"Fat aunt, why are so many people gathered here, is there something wrong with the letter sent back by Brother Dayong?" Lin stood next to the fat aunt and looked up and asked.

"What kind of letter, you come back slowly, you don't need to read the letter on your behalf." The fat aunt dragged him, hurriedly pushed him in, and said, "The fairy aunt is still picking disciples inside, you go in and touch your own creation." ”

Immortal Gu takes apprentices?

Lin was stunned and walked into the hall with nervousness.

On the top of the hall stood a Taoist aunt about thirty years old, who was holding a dust, wearing a blue and purple alternating Taoist robe, combing her hair in a bun, and stepping on black round-mouthed double-sided shoes.

There were two teenagers standing on either side of Dao Gu's side, the young man's face was green, his expression was nervous, and his eyes moved up and down, which was very unnatural.

Lin Stinged suddenly and walked in, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.

"Little sting, come over here and let the immortals also check the spiritual root in your body." The village chief summoned his hand and motioned for Lin to come over.

"Hmm." Lin was stunned in response, because he was too nervous, his hands and feet were not obedient, and then the village chief dragged him forward, and then he was pulled under Daogu.

The eyes of the fairy girl also shifted from Dawu to this yellow-faced, hungry and thin young man with a body like a bamboo pole.

Just this time, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he reached out and grabbed the veins of the young man's hand, separated his spiritual power, and inspected the spiritual root in his body.

Lin Jingzhen dared to raise his head, glanced at the appearance of Dao Gu in front of him, and hurriedly lowered his head, this sneak glance, his face couldn't help but turn red.

Although Dao Gu is middle-aged, her appearance and skin are not inferior to any girl.

Fresh eyebrows and bright eyes, red lips and powdered face, rich rhyme, jade bones and ice muscles.

The skin is like ice and snow, and it is like a virgin.

"Would you like to go back to the Taoist Temple with this fairy to practice?" Dao Gu let go of his wrist and spoke slowly, unable to hear half of his feelings.

"I, I'm ......" Lin Jingzhen suddenly became nervous, and he couldn't speak.

The village chief hurriedly stretched out his hand and pushed him, and whispered in his ear, "I haven't knelt down to thank the fairy yet." ”

Lin Jingzhen came back to his senses, and hurriedly bowed forward, his voice excited and nervous: "Jingzhen is willing to return to Taoism with the immortals to practice." ”

"Okay, you two wait aside." Dao Gu slowly raised her hand and motioned to Dawu and Jing Yu to wait aside.

After receiving Dao Gu's instructions, Dawu hurriedly helped Lin Jingyu up and stood aside.

Dawu is the youngest son of the village chief, just turned fifteen, tall and big, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and broad shoulders.

"Brother Dawu, does the spiritual root mentioned by the village chief just now refer to the root of cultivation?" Lin raised his head in surprise and looked at this honest young man who was a head taller than himself.

Dawu patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Brother Wu doesn't know very well, but looking at the current situation, cultivation must have a spiritual root, otherwise the fairy won't let us wait aside." ”

"Oh." Lin was shocked and suddenly realized, and said: "When I just arrived, I saw so many people surrounding your house, and I thought there was something wrong with Brother Dayong's letter. ”