The gray-black flying sword was stuck in the stone of the dock, and the sun shone on the spine of the sword, shining with colorful light.

Zhao Lihua at the end of the village was the first to discover it. She thought it was a stupid fish that had jumped ashore, and she went to pick it up, and when she saw the blade of the sword, her exclamation resounded throughout the village.

The elderly village chief rushed to the eldest son on his back, instructed the second and youngest sons to push away the curious adults and mischievous children, surrounded the flying swords with wooden fences, and asked the grandchildren to knock on the door from house to door to inform them.

The arrival of the flying sword is a signal that the immortals are coming, and the immortal examination is about to begin.

The villagers, men and women, young and old, gathered around the pier, their eyes that were usually squinted or slanted, but now they were wide and straight. Their gaze is more detailed than when they remove Cordyceps, and more fanatical than when they count copper coins.

They are both pious and presumptuous.

The bend of the knees, the kiss between the forehead and the ground, and the unbridled hope of the village chief's family, he climbed over the fence like a hungry wolf, and greedily touched the hilt of the pitch-black sword, in a vain attempt to get the blessing of the immortals.

Xia Jing didn't go, he saw the sword earlier than Zhao Lihua.

The villagers thought it was a fairy sword, but in fact it was just a flying sword that failed to be refined, and it was not flying down from the clouds as the villagers discussed, but it was thrown from the island in the middle of the lake with some ingenuity.

These monks, he thought, were still so childish. Inform the surrounding villages why they need to use any flying swords, and let the people from the yamen make a trip.

The monks of the island in the middle of the lake are about the realm of Wuzhang, Wuzhang is only the second realm of cultivation, the island in the middle of the lake is not close to the docks of the three villages, and it is difficult for the three flying swords that have failed to refine to operate spiritual power, and this flying sword piercing the stone is handsome, but at least half of the dantian is empty.

Coupled with the wear and tear of Edgeworth's previous flight, the monk on the island in the middle of the lake had to meditate all night before he could fully recover.

Xia Jing shook his head.

There was movement at the other end of the wall, and the cousin ran back, dancing and describing the situation on the docks to his mother in the hospital bed, boasting about the sword.

Xia Jing thought again, his three swords were much more majestic than those on the dock.

As soon as the idea came to him, he smiled. laughing at himself for living a new life, he has also become a little childish.

He doesn't hate such childishness. He thought, he was looking for the most powerful sword.

……

The flying sword was inserted in the stone for a whole day, and all the villagers touched the pitch-black hilt, even the newborn brother of Zhao Erya's family, and the yellow dog raised by Zhao Lihua's family for three generations, all took advantage of the cover of night to seriously rub on the hilt.

Wei Yuhe came to Dahu Village in the evening.

On the island in the middle of the lake, he saw the villagers trespassing, the baby with a snotty nose and the dirty old dog. He found it interesting.

The oldest village chief in Dahu Village is only seventy-two years old, and in the eyes of Wei Yuhe, who is nearly 100 years old, the villagers are all young children, and he likes these lively children.

His smile was peaceful, like seeing a flock of sparrows bouncing under the eaves of the roof - he had no expectation of them. What can you expect from a sparrow?

The other two villages have already finished, and sure enough, there are no fairy seedlings, and his heart has faded.

Until he saw the three teenagers in the crowd.

Wei Yuhe's low laughter resounded in the ripples of the sunset and in the suspicious eyes of the villagers.

Yun Yiyi held Xia Jing's hand and put it on the young man's side, looking at the immortal who seemed to be laughing crazy in puzzlement.

Zhao Shishi thought of the crazy ape he met three years ago, and he tensed his muscles and blocked in front of Yun Yiyi and Xia Jing.

He knew that he was not as strong as Xia Jing, but no matter how strong Xia Jing was, he could not be stronger than the immortals, he could buy them some time.

"What's your name?" Wei Yuhe's laughter stopped, and he looked at the three of them, his eyes burning.

The villagers dispersed, and they stood in a half-circle, the mouth of the circle was facing the immortals, and the three of Xia Jing were surrounded in the circle.

"Summer view."

Xia Jing's calm voice soothed Yun Yiyi's nervousness and Zhao Shishi's vigilance, and they stumbled to report their names.

Yun Yiyi thought of yesterday's conversation, and she hugged Xia Jing's arm even harder, as if she wanted to integrate the young man's arm into her chest and abdomen.

Zhao Shishi also thought of that paragraph, he didn't look back at Xia Jing, but looked at the immortal in front of him.

"I'm Wei Yuhe, the elder of the Fuguang Sect's Xiaomeifeng," Wei Yuhe took two steps forward, "Are the three of you willing to go up the mountain with me to practice?" ”

Zhao Shi's rock-like body swayed, like a reed in the wind by the lake. The black bear a year ago failed to shake his stable lower plate, but this fluttering sentence made him lose his focus!

"Stone!" Zhao Shishi's father shouted from the side.

"The disciple is willing!"

Zhao Shishi knelt on the ground and knocked out the mark on his forehead on the solid ground.

Wei Yuhe laughed, grabbed his hand, pulled him up, and wiped the dust off his forehead with his sleeve.

"Yiyi!" Yun Yiyi's father then shouted.

Yun Yiyi's tears were about to fall.

Xia Jing's arm was pressed against her chest, pressing the gray jade. The warm gray jade, the delicate gray jade, the gray jade that she smiled at her lips last night, pressed to her chest and rejoiced, the gray jade is the promise of the youth, it is her most beautiful illusion.

Her mournful gaze poked at the shadow of the immortal, hanging on her toes.

She didn't want to be chosen, she didn't want to be an immortal, she had already sewed a red wedding dress, which must be the most beautiful dress in the whole village. As long as she waits until the immortal examination is over, Xia Jing will come to the door to propose marriage, and she will be able to wear that red wedding dress and marry the young man next to her in the envious eyes and sincere blessings of everyone.

"Yiyi."

Her grandfather's voice came, urging her to promise the immortal who had broken her dream.

She looked up at the young man beside her.

Xia Jing didn't expect that the comforting words he said casually yesterday would cause the girl to be so sad, and Yun Yiyi's tears slid through his fingertips and rolled to the ground.

"There is no difference between Fuguang Sect and Taihu Village." Xia Jingdao.

Wei Yuhe disagreed with this sentence, where could the mortal village be compared to the Immortal Sect? He didn't refute, thinking that Xia Jing was just comforting Yun Yiyi.

Yun Yiyi also disagrees with this sentence, in the past sixteen years, she has survived the red hemp, defeated the second girl, let the pear blossom empathize with the love, and only then can she enjoy the arms of the young man alone.

Now, she wants to leave behind the good situation of Dahu Village and go to the Fuguang Sect, God knows how many jackals, tigers and leopards are hidden in that place, grinding their teeth and sharp teeth, and they want to compete for her youth!

"When you are successful in your cultivation, you can go down the mountain to visit your relatives. The Taoist friends in the sect are very kind. Wei Yuhe comforted her.

For more than 30 years, Wei Yuhe has been in charge of Daonan County, he has never seen Xianmiao, but he has read and heard the story of Xianmiao's reluctance to go up the mountain from the records in the door and the gossip of Taoist friends, and he concluded that the resistance was either out of fear or out of reluctance, so he comforted the girl so much.

He didn't expect that his fellow cultivators and seniors had never met him, and there was an immortal Miao who was worried that the same female cultivator was robbing her beloved young man.

The villagers looked at Yun Yiyi eagerly, and the girls of the right age held their parents' arms tightly, eager to push Yun Yiyi away, and knelt at the feet of the immortals.

"Yiyi." Yun Yiyi's father shouted again.

Yun Yiyi ignored it.

The cattle of Dahu Village pulled the wooden plough and stepped through the fields, stepping the autumn harvest into the soil, and also stepping on a wisp of strong qi, which was soaked by the river water and rainwater, absorbed by the rice seedlings, and condensed into smooth rice beads, which entered the stomachs of the villagers.

The villagers of Dahu Village grew up eating strong qi, and their bodies are more or less stubborn like old scalpers.

"Jing'er." Yun Yiyi's grandfather called Xia Jing's name, and he knew that only Xia Jing could comfort his granddaughter.

Wei Yuhe also became nervous, his flying sword could split the city wall, and his spell could call the wind and rain, but in the face of an immortal seedling who was unwilling to go up the mountain, he couldn't find any way to deal with it.

He also looked at Xia Jing.

Xia Jing pulled out his arm from Yun Yiyi's arms and clenched her hand in the girl's panic: "We are willing." ”