Li Shuishan walked out of it, the robe on his body was more star-like, his eyes were coiled with an aerosol swimming dragon, and his thick eyebrows were a little vicious, but he showed a feeling that he could not be provoked. Especially when the thin figure slightly propped up a blue robe, and the three small swords on the back were hidden in it, it instantly had a detached temperament and full of spirit.

In his hands he held two books, one with the thickness of a wrinkled yellow thumb and a thick pen on the shell of the book "Condensation Method", and a green thin paper, the inside of which was blank and unharmed, as if it was used for recording.

The old madman's face exploded, and he hurriedly ran to pull his thin arm, and the old face licked and drank.

"Okay, I didn't embarrass Zangfeng. For this matter, the teacher should reward you well. ”

The surrounding yellow-robed disciples were all shocked, and they bent down to the side to say hello, just looking at the face of the old madman as the Lord of the First Peak, afraid that he would be unhappy.

"Congratulations to fellow Daoists for adding talents to my path of cultivation, and I will give me a lot of advice in the future. ”

"The face of a Taoist friend is completely reflected in the blue robe on his body, and the disciple of you in Zangfeng will definitely shine!"

"Congratulations to Daoist friends for entering the Dao!"

Li Shuishan had no choice but to return the gift and thank him one after another.

Li Shuishan finally stood respectfully in front of the temple gate, bowed to Nafa Mountain, and also thanked Chen Huan with a happy face: "Thank you!"

Chen Vain put aside the yellow robe, and his master nodded at a glance, a helpless face of vicissitudes, and at a glance saw that he was holding up Li Shuishan's thin body, and said with good words: "From now on, congratulations to the Tibetan Taoist friend for being one of my many disciples in the peak, and you can come here to have fun if you have nothing to do in the future." ”

When Li Shuishan and the old madman left in a blink of an eye, this Fashan flicked his sleeves, picked up the wine jug on the ground, and shouted lightly.

"Chen Huan, you come to the tower, I have something important to ask. ”

Subsequently, the old madman rushed away with Li Shuishan, but he was not in a hurry to take him back to Tibetan Peak.

The sky and daylight hung obliquely, showing the stubbornness of the old madman on the one hand, and outlining his broad mind on the other.

The rusty sword in his hand followed closely behind him, and half an arm's length away, he pulled out a long horizontal line, as if announcing the return of a great victory. The more he looked at Li Shuishan, the more satisfied he felt, his face wrinkled, his eyes lit up, and he looked up at the disciples and peak masters who showed surprised looks at him one after another.

While flying away with Li Shuishan, he told him some information about the peaks.

After passing through the clouds, the first one to appear was Chunfeng that Chen Huan told Li Shuishan that the female monks on it had all gone back to rest, and only a man dressed in simple clothes was cleaning in front of the temple gate.

"Look, these peaks called spring, summer, autumn and winter are gone in a row, this peak is spring, looking at the beautiful women with a warm feeling of spring breeze, excluding the old women who have lost their teeth, there are so many choices, who do you like, just tell me, I promise to find it for you." ”

His fingers were aimed at another peak, on which was a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged, dressed in tiger skin, holding a fanged spear in his hand, and a pair of woven straw sandals on his feet, with an endless hatred in his eyes, as if he would be shot through if he entered his territory.

Looking at his broad chest muscles, palm-sized fists, including some steaming hearthstones around him, this person had a somewhat irritable temper, and the old madman dragged Li Shuishan close and said against his mouth.

"Look at this monkey buttocks with thick lips and rotten mouths, red ears like a melon-stealing monkey, a nose that exhales like a pug, a multi-layered gills, and a little sloppy hair. ”

He patted the man on the head and picked up a stone

, Throwing it at the mountain stream below, splashed a waterfall of dozens of zhang, threw it to the peak, and said helplessly.

"The mountain stream you see together with the appearance of summer and autumn, because water and fire are incompatible, the fire on the peak is turbulent, and the water mist is nourished under the peak, this reckless man is a fool, he doesn't listen to people's calls, and his head is not as good as mine, it's a pity. ”

When the tiger-skinned man heard this, he didn't say a word, touched the droplets of water on the top of his head, and when he exhaled, it turned into water vapor, his eyes burst with anger, and the spear in his hand clicked, and it was about to explode.

The old madman put his hands behind his back, looked like he was talking for a long time, touched his forked beard, shook his head, shook off the gloomy blue robe on his body, and pulled Li Shuishan to fly away again.

The tiger-skinned man screamed and cursed, instantly causing the surrounding mist to surge.

When the Rui beast in the air came, with the intention of laughing, it was only half a zhang away from Li Shuishan, and just stretched out his palm to greet him, the old madman turned around and raised his toes with a bang, kicking out the distance of several peaks.

"This clingy worm is said to be the call of St. Regis, and I haven't seen much good luck for me, out of sight and out of mind. ”

In front of him was a snow-covered peak, on which a childish child sat on top of the snow, holding a small sword in his hand, a leather drum rattling, a straw pole in his mouth, and two fleshy little hands holding up a small bubble, in which countless snowflakes condensed.

Li Shuishan's eyes widened, and when he approached, a snowflake fell on the palm of his hand, unfolded and looked, it was five petals!

The old madman flew close with an obsessive face, raised his hand and told him, "This person does not look childish, but he has the impulsiveness of a young man, the recklessness of a man, the tenderness of a woman, and the familiarity of an old medicine man who picks flowers by the roadside." ”

"Just look at this picture of a young child who has nothing to do, with a thousand malices in his heart, killing people like hemp, eating, drinking, and having fun. ”

The bubbles blown by the young child slowly floated in front of the old madman, and while he was still looking accurately, he saw a big hand in it burst with a fierce grasp, revealing a pile of snowflakes inside, burying him, and causing laughter.

The old madman kicked out, touched his long hair, pretended to be calm, and strolled away, with his hands behind his back, and coughed twice.

"Zangsheng, you take a look at what this person looks like, don't entangle with him next time you meet. ”

He put his fingers on the young child's face, his mouth turned up, and there was still a little unerased gray skin on his rough hand, which still did not affect his explanation with relish.

"The bridge of his nose, his big eyes, his ugly face, and half of the unmatched children's embroidered clothes, and more importantly, his little feet that are not as big as the mouth of the bowl. You know how annoying he is. In the past, he would steal from other people's food, and he was beaten up by me before, but now he is just a child who can wipe his nose. ”

That's it.

The place consisted of a dilapidated log cabin, without towers or palaces, lightly covered in snow, revealing pointy objects, and he turned and raised his hand to shake the nearby wind and snow, revealing a vacant peak.

There was a stump-like stone on it, and there was a tombstone with a clear inscription: When the wind and snow pass, all stop.

"This mountain is a good place, and if I hadn't been stopped by the old fellow, I would have held on to it. ”

"Everywhere in winter, there is a tranquility, turning into one

The rain falls on the spring breeze, evaporates and condenses after the summer peak, falls on the bleak autumn peak, and returns to the winter peak. This is a probation, you kid, you can choose to have a big creation, I want to teach you all the good things in my stomach, you have to repay me well. ”

As he spoke, he was still muttering, as if he regretted what he had just said, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the little boy again and coughed.

"Little boy, I treat you very well, and if you don't want anything, you can tell me out loud, and as for whether you listen or not, it depends on whether I agree with the sword in my hand. ”

The sword hovering behind the old madman was pulled by him, revealing several ghost eyes on it, looking at the young child with a hideous look, and then nodding his finger to reveal a sword roar, striking the mountain stream.

Here, there was no other peak, but there was a faint fragrance, and the wind came from afar, and from the winter wind moved the young children's bodies around a circle and went straight into the distance, going in the direction they came.

The young child opens his mouth and makes a tender sound.

"What the hell are you going to do? Say something quickly, fart quickly. ”

The old madman snorted lightly, and as soon as he was angry, he rolled up his blue sleeves, and the frightened boy exclaimed.

"Adults don't beat children, why are you still competing with me. If you have something to say, don't hurt people and hurt your hands. ”

The old madman swung his fist in front of him, "You say, didn't you change the direction of the wind, grandma's legs, I just said that I feel that the wind here is not right, spring, summer, autumn and winter, winter to spring?

The young child touched his little head and thought for a moment.

"This is a matter of my comprehension of heaven and earth, as for how the atmosphere affects each other, whether it is the turn of winter to autumn or the movement of winter to spring, I will adjust it back after I have realized it. ”

The old madman is angry and doesn't know where it comes from.

"No wonder the wind around my Tibetan Peak is blowing so cold, if you don't change it, I'll beat you flat. ”

The young child clutched his head and sighed, motionless.

The old madman looked at the mountains, and a small vortex appeared in the scattered snowflakes, rolling five petals of snowflakes and falling within them, forming a curling ice blade, under which a dragon's breath spat out, and a pair of snow-white dragon horns emerged, freezing the surrounding peaks.

Many disciples wearing white dragon robes rushed up from this peak, with amazement in their eyes, raised the long sword in their hands, and landed beside the young child, worshipping respectfully.

"Master. ”

The young child shook his hand and told them to meditate.

The two people in front of him, one is a blue-robed young man holding a book in his left hand and flat in his right hand.

His body has the cold aura of a blue robe, his facial features are three-dimensional, and his face is gray. Standing tepidly in the snowy landscape, as if standing proudly on the top of the mountain, the disciple has a weak and upward control over the endless things in the world.

Then watch his eyebrows be vicious, his eyes are clear, his lips are ruddy, and his snow hangs on his robe, so that others dare not provoke easily, and then three or four female disciples all slightly show cold and warm eyes, slightly obscuring the sunshine that ends in the distance.

The other, put his hands back behind his back, and the imprint of the blue robe he was wearing deepened, adding a dazzling aura of control, as if he was completely blending into the flying snow in front of him, the scene of the dragon rising.

A rusty sword hovering beside him, covered with flying snow, looked closely as if there was a sword light galloping, stabbing their eyes, causing many disciples to open their eyes slightly, exhale and sigh, and feel that they were transcendent fairy wind bones.