In a quaint town, close to the mountains and forests, is a small private school. The turquoise green bamboo sticks out of the courtyard wall, and two kingfishers whisper to pedestrians on the high courtyard wall. There is a blue wave pond in the courtyard wall, and next to the pond is a pavilion, and there are four stone benches and a round table in the pavilion, which is indescribably comfortable and leisurely.

The sound of reading came from behind the rockery not far from the pond, which added a bit of righteousness and peace.

"The way of heaven and earth can be summed up in one word: if it is a thing, its creatures are unpredictable. The way of heaven and earth: Bo also, thick also, high also, Ming also, leisurely also, long also. ”

An old man in Tsing Yi, holding a yellowed quaint book in his hand, explained to several children sitting in the audience. The child's eyes widened, and the words of the old gentleman were repeated.

A man dressed as a merchant walked silently to the window, and the old man hung a bright ring on his finger, shining brightly. The brocade silk on the body is even more like a pander, shining a little in the sun. It's just an antique copper coin on his waist, but it's extremely incongruous. A pair of black glasses hung diagonally in the old man's sunken eyes.

The old man was followed by a young and beautiful woman, with a graceful figure, fair skin, a round forehead, and bright eyes, all of which told the beauty of youth. Behind the woman was a swordsman, but the dress was very peculiar, a slender long sword, neither hung on the waist of the Confucian scholar, nor was it carried behind him like a knight, let alone hugged in the hand of the swordsman, as if he was carrying luggage, he was hanging on his chest like a bag. The blank hand is holding a whip, and the other hand occasionally picks up the towel under the neck to wipe the sweat from his face.

The man dressed as a merchant stood quietly in front of the window, and the graceful woman next to him helplessly held up a small light red umbrella to block the scorching sun. The old gentleman in the room raised his head and looked at the merchant man outside the window quietly, shaking his head slightly, as if he had seen something he didn't want to see.

As the sun began to set in the west, the old man slowly beckoned the child in front of him to leave. The old man who looked like a merchant in the distance was already sitting on the stone table in the pavilion, with a pot of good tea next to him, and a graceful woman slightly pounded the old man's shoulder.

The old gentleman of the private school slowly walked to the pavilion, to the opposite side of the stone table, and the beautiful woman poured a cup of fragrant tea for the old man, and then left with the man with the sword.

"Old man Lu, how many years ago did we last meet?" the man who looked like a merchant took a sip of fragrant tea and said lightly.

"Where do I remember that every time I come here, I smell of copper. The old gentleman in the private school also took a sip of fragrant tea and said lightly.

"Old man Lu, you're not very authentic. When I come, you don't eat for nothing. The merchant man said anxiously.

Hearing this, the old master of the private school raised his eyes and glanced at the merchant man, and was about to get up and leave. The merchant man hurriedly raised his hand and pressed the old man and said, "It should be, it should be." ”

"How can I have spare time to come to me now, I have no gold or silver treasure. The old man sat back again, sipping the sweet pastries on the table.

"I'm going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and recently I heard that the Spirit Devouring Clan is making trouble on the border of Dongzhou, but it has cost me a lot of business. The old man said dissatisfiedly.

"That's right, in addition to life and death in this world, you are the only one who blocked my door just for that piece of copper stench. I don't know what benefits that ghost genius has given you. The old man of the private school said lightly.

The old merchant who had a sad face before, and he was not embarrassed to be exposed to the trick, so he slowly took out a basket of books and handed them to the old man and said: "This is the guy of the ladyboy, no, it should be the ancient books given by the guy of the demon, I brought it to you." ”

"This dead man's belongings and a man and a woman outside sent the old man away?" said the old man in the private school, glaring at him.

"And, there's still one over here. It's not worth being angry about things over there. The merchant man took out a delicate bag from his arms in pain, if there is a Taoist family here at this time, he will definitely fall off his big teeth, this is a Qiankun jade bag, and now it is bulging, and I don't know how many treasures to put in it.

The old man of the private school looked at the Qiankun jade bag in front of him and asked casually, "It can't be something that is not eye-catching." ”

The old man Shangjia felt a pain in his flesh, and the fat on his face also trembled, as if he had died as a lover in his heart. Now the old man of the private school who did not open his eyes sprinkled salt on the wound again, which suddenly made the old man's forehead slowly full of beads of sweat, and he insisted that "no, no." ”

When the old man in the private school heard this, he seemed to be tired, turned to leave, and said at the same time, "I won't go out today." ”

When the fat man Shangjia heard this, he suddenly felt that the pain in his heart was reduced a lot, but the next words made the old man Shangjia suddenly roll on the ground in pain.

"It's too late to go today, I've already passed the word to the old boy of the Situ family, Lao Jiu, it should be over now, what a bullshit, it's just a real villain. sins and sins, and swearing, insulting the reader. The old man of the private school said to himself.

The old man Shang Jia reluctantly stood up, as if thinking of the old man's style in the past, and asked tremblingly, "You have done so much, should it be gone?"

"Well, it should be gone. By the way, I also sent a few letters to Buddhism, Taoism, Tianzong, Sword Sect, Confucian Haoran Qi Sect, several ancestors in the demon world, and so on. Tell them that the Spirit Devouring Clan has reappeared, and let them prepare, now that they are counted, they are only afraid that a few demon sects who should have already climbed the mountain are not human ghosts or ghosts. The old man of the private school turned his head slightly, patted the back of his head and said.

The merchant man only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he fainted, and the beautiful woman and the strange swordsman in the distance ran quickly, carrying the old man Shangjia and leaving quickly. I only heard the old man whisper: "It's a loss, it's really a big loss, damn the ghost, why should you promise him." ”

A path crosses two huge mountains, straight and flat like a swordsman drawing his sword. On the path, an old man in purple slowly walked in front, followed closely behind him by a girl in black.

"Mo Yu, how long have you been away from home? The old man in purple said slowly.

"Hmm. The girl in black thought for a moment and said cautiously.

"Don't be afraid, you Ninth Grandpa, I haven't been home for many years. Remember the last time you went home, you were only four years old, and your grandfather gave you a little hairpin phoenix, do you still keep it?" The old man in purple turned his head slightly and looked at the little girl behind him.

"I still have it, but I don't have it with me. The little girl replied with a wink.

The old man sighed slightly, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face. Just in the blink of an eye, the old man's face was calm again.

The straight path stretched slowly, and a plain-clothed swordsman stood on the road not far from the road. Yes, a swordsman, a swordsman who holds a sword to his chest.

The swordsman was dressed in splendid clothes and clean shoes, and even the muddy path did not let the shoes get a drop of mud. The figure is moderate, not fat, nor thin, but just suitable for the figure of a cultivator to quickly draw a sword. A felt hat on his head covered the vicissitudes of life, but a pair of sharp eyes flowed out. The sword on his chest felt sharp just by looking at it, because the sword was white and flawless, indicating that the owner often wiped it without leaving dirt.

"The person from the Sword Forging Villa?" the purple-clothed old man asked as he looked at the swordsman in front of him.

"The sword of the Sword Casting Villa is a sword idiot, and I will meet Situ's seniors. The young knight looked at the old man solemnly and said.

"Are you the one who came to see me on my way?" asked the old man in purple seriously, and at the same time his eyes looked around, as if to make sure that this was the only swordsman here.

"I heard that the old-timers are a little inconvenient, and the old-timers are indeed old. The young swordsman pondered his words and replied slowly.

"Is this what you mean or what Sword Forge Villa means?" the purple-clothed old man was not angry when he heard this, and continued to ask.

The owner of the village did not know that in order to avoid affecting the villa, he came out of Zhuangzi, and the younger generation was the betrayer of Zhuangzi. The young swordsman said earnestly, so serious that he wanted the old man to think that he was real.

"Do you know you're going to die? At such a young age, it seems that his skills are not bad. Could it be that young people nowadays don't care so much about their lives?" said the old man in purple indifferently, his voice seemed to fly out of the ice, revealing a strong cold aura, or killing intent.

"I remember that my predecessors were also young. The young swordsman said unmoved.

The implication is that youth is a kind of capital, and if you are young and worry about dying all the time, maybe there is no difference between it and an old man who is dying. Besides, what the young swordsman did was not as dangerous as the old man in his twilight years in front of him.

"Then you can try, just don't die too soon. The old man in purple said indifferently.

When the young man heard this, he bowed and saluted, and without drawing his sword, he drew out a sword. The fluttering sword, with its scabbard, was just a plant that passed through it, and it turned into pieces.

"No wonder you dare to come, there are already a few wisps of sword intent in the sword, and it is only one line away from the sword intent breaking the mirror. The old man in purple said with emotion, with a bit of appreciation in his words. It's just that the old man gently stepped forward, stretched out a pair of dry hands, and with a slight touch, he pinched the sharp sword.

The young swordsman didn't seem to expect the old man to be so casual, with a faint disappointment on his face. In an instant, the young man, with a flick of his wrist, saw the beautiful scabbard be a powder that filled the sky, a shining sword, or a jade sword, broke away from the old man's fingertips and stabbed towards the old man.

The old man's fingers kept slapping against the sword, and the sword and the old man's fingers made a gentle collision sound, no matter how the young swordsman danced with the sword in his hand, the sword could not hurt the old man in the slightest.

The young swordsman retracted his sword slightly, and the purple-clothed old man in the distance was silent. Looking at the young swordsman opposite, the old man knew that the final moment of life and death had come.

The young swordsman's eyes closed slightly, and the sword in his hand instantly flew into the sky. The young swordsman's body rotated rapidly, and with each rotation, countless sword lights appeared around his body, all of which kept slashing towards the old man. Chopping or chopping, constantly slapping the old man's body.

The old man either dodged, or reached out to slap to dodge. It's just that the purple clothes on his body are still inevitably injured by the sword qi, and he looks really embarrassed. During this period, several sword qi flew past the old man's vital point, and the old man was in danger for a while.

The young swordsman saw the old man's actions in the spin, and shouted, all the sword light suddenly retracted, and a huge sword light appeared above the old man's head. With the momentum of the mountains and seas, he slashed at the old man.

The old man panted, looked at the sword light above his head, reached out and picked up his crutches, and headed towards the top of his head.

The young man in the distance seemed to have succeeded in his conspiracy, and a faint smile appeared on his face. With a flick of the jade hand, the huge sword light once again turned into countless sword lights and rushed towards the old man.

The old man sighed silently, "You really want the old man's head." After speaking, the old man flew the crutches in his hand quickly, so fast that everyone in front of him did not see how the old man did it.

Try all the sword light above the old man's head in an instant, and disappear in an instant. The old man suddenly appeared in front of the young swordsman, raised his finger slightly and pointed at the young swordsman.

The young swordsman looked at the flying sword fingers, which seemed to be slow, but he couldn't dodge them even after exhausting all means. sighed softly and said silently: "The favor has been repaid, and the rest is up to you." ”

After saying that, the young swordsman bowed his head slightly and fell down beside a tree, as if asleep.

The old man in purple shook his head slightly, and said lightly to the girl: "Youth is a kind of strength, and years are also a kind of strength, and you must not look at anyone in your eyes." ”

The girl nodded slightly when she heard this, just as the old man turned around and continued to walk. A colorful light on the girl's right hand pierced the tired old man's heart.

The old man sat helplessly on the ground, clutching his bleeding heart and looking up. The weak girl gradually turned into a brute with a strong body and a beast costume.