On the dam, a little Nizi has a cold face, if you just look at Xiao Nizi, it can provoke some ruffians and hooligans to think about it, but what is incompatible with it is that Xiao Nizi is surrounded by six flying knives that hover lightly, all of them are stained red by blood, which is shocking.

"I didn't expect you to be a little girl, looking weak, and you can't help but be so vicious!" Wang Lao's slightly trembling right hand, the phalanges have long been gone, and even the entire right hand, from the wrist down, was cut off by Xiao Nizi's six knives.

Xiao Nizi looked at the old man who was half-cut into the ground, and smiled contemptuously, after all, her brother was the leader of the sword path in the Sword Village in the clouds, and the qualification of stepping into the realm of freedom at the age of twenty-five had never impressed her. Not to mention this kind of old man who had cultivated all his life and only circled around the Nine Mountains?

Now when I hear the old man say the word "poisonous" without shame, it makes Xiao Nizi sneer again and again. No matter what Liu Nanfeng's reputation is, he has even been criticized as a big rebel. But today, Liu Nanfeng did not hesitate to intercept the river with a sword, and the old man in front of him actually wanted to sit on the fisherman, who was more vicious, the conclusion is self-evident.

"Is it poisonous? I can be more poisonous!" Xiao Nizi reached out and pinched a short knife from the air, and then scolded lightly: "Go!"

Then one knife took the lead, and then five knives floated away, and there were six knives in front of the old man in an instant, and the river took off and exploded the waves.

The second master, who was already lying on the dam and couldn't move, looked at the six flying knives full of killing energy, and the thunder accompanied the tide, and unconsciously smiled happily: "Xiao Nizi, your knife technique is much more chic than your silly brother's sword." After that, it was difficult to control and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

But Xiao Nizi didn't give a good face, and only said: "My brother is a fart!" When she remembered that her brother didn't care about her, Xiao Nizi was angry when she heard her brother, and she couldn't help but scold.

Then he looked at the sword in the cloud in the little doctor's hand, and glanced at the little doctor with disgust. My stupid brother really doesn't have the slightest eyesight, it's not good to give a sword to anyone, it's a waste if it is given to a stupid doctor who doesn't even count as entering the house in martial arts!

Six flying knives came in an instant, and the withered old man who had already returned to the taste parried with a single fist, even if his right palm was broken, but the old man was still powerful, and he ploughed the rivers and lakes, who didn't praise himself for being a late bloomer?

In any case, he is the martial artist of the Nine Mountains, and just now he finally exhausted the reckless man of the Eight Mountains and was defeated, but he unexpectedly slackened a little, and he was actually exploited by the little girl in front of him. Now that I am on guard, I am not afraid.

"It's just a little girl, it's so rampant! I really don't know that there is a sky outside the sky?" The withered old man made a half-swallowing and half-vomiting shape, and then turned into a ghost, and attacked Xiao Nizi directly, which was able to avoid the attack of the flying knife, and he wanted to fight to the death with this life-threatening blow. After all, he had already fought with the rough man just now, and he could be regarded as injuring 1,000 enemies and 800 himself. Then he was attacked by Xiao Nizi and cut off his finger bones. If it drags on now, the decline that is slowly revealing itself will make it a failure.

The old man who has always been proud of his fists, his left fist has a posture of angry bullfighting, such a punch, even if he kills the rough man just now, it is no longer a problem, and the little girl in front of him who can only assassinate and attack people is even less worth mentioning.

The river suddenly rose, and then suddenly stopped.

A withered old man knelt on the dam, looking at his missing right fist in horror, his wrist had been slashed as flat as Xiao Nizi's knife, and now it was as bloody as his right wrist.

He couldn't believe that the six flying knives that he had dodged just now at the expense of his own heavy injuries and narrowly avoided the vital point actually flew back in unison with an extremely strange trajectory, blocking the authority of his right fist, and then the knife edge swirled in an instant, cutting off his entire left fist with one knife.

The old man was furious, but he didn't expect that there were still people from Jiuzhong Mountain in Xianjiang County, and it was actually a milky little girl.

Xiao Nizi looked at the emaciated old man in front of her coldly, and only said: "If you cut off your hands, you will only cut off your hands, and I don't care about anything else." ”

At this time, a person under the dam climbed to the top of the dam, carefully pulled Wang Jingdao up from the river, and then hugged the little doctor and cried: "Are you okay?" Seeing that the little doctor didn't answer for a long time, he turned to look at the second master who fell to the ground and said: "How is it, can you still live?" Seeing that the second master didn't answer for a long time, he hurriedly said: "It's a word." ”

The second master probably felt noisy, and scolded weakly: "Sour scholar, shut up!" The person who came immediately shut up obediently, not daring to say anything. Then the second master slowly spoke to the little doctor: "Let's go!"

The little doctor was just about to help the second master, but he heard a loud sound of drawing a knife, and then a head rolled to the ground, and Wang Jingdao's face was soaked in the splashed blood, and the corpse of the old man who was too dead to die fell to the ground. But Wang Jingdao did not pause at all, as if he was doing something very ordinary, and then took a hand of river water and sprinkled it on his face to wash away the bloodstains, just like when he came to Xianjiang County yesterday, he acted upstream.

The rough man shook the splash in his hand and said angrily to the second master's urn: "Buy a boat and go!"

This scene was deeply imprinted in the little doctor's mind, but the little doctor couldn't say a word.

The country of Mexico, which is governed by the river with Dacheng, originally had ninety percent of the boundaries of Qitantan, but there is a rolling hilly boundary in the southwest corner of the country of Mexico.

At this time, a bull-nosed old man picked out the crotch of the bird, and was happy and comfortable in the wilderness. Then he scratched his buttocks with his hands and rubbed his nose again, with a graceful look. When he saw a bird's nest, the old Taoist priest smiled, poked the bird's nest with a whisk of dust, and looked at the neat eggs in the bird's nest, the old Taoist priest swallowed his saliva.

His whole body is most like the Taoist priest is this dust, but this dust does not know what evil has been created, it was originally spotless, but it has not been carried by the old Taoist priest for a few months, as if it is rolling and rolling from the quagmire, it has long been dirty, I don't know that this stinky nose Taoist priest used the dust as a brush, and moved the pen and ink!

The old Taoist priest squinted, the hillside after slope, and suddenly complained in his mouth: "It's not easy to accept an apprentice, it's really fucking not easy, all the ancestors, don't say that the apprentice is not angry, I will get you a big baby today." The old bull-nosed Taoist, who has always been non-conformist in the Taoist temple, may be a little weak-hearted, and said: "If you really become immortals, then point out a clear way! lest our younger generations worship the Buddha every day in front of the portraits in the Taoist temple, and have no bottom in their hearts." ”

At this moment, a homeless blue bird flew in the sky, pulled down a lump of fresh and warm dung, and landed directly on the forehead of the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest got up suddenly, and said to Qingtian with gratitude: "Thank you, the ancestors!

This mountain col slopes one after another, there is a small village in it, because outsiders come here, often because of one slope after another, it seems to be every end, and there is also a village name, called Forget Slope Village. Although the land boundary is not as prosperous as Pengcheng, the land of Gyeonggi in the Mexican Kingdom, it is not as immortal as Jianyou Town, and it does not have the pride of Xianjiang County rolling on the Yangtze River.

But the victory lies in the clean and unmanned, and the neighbors of a village are also familiar. Under the help of each other, it is also nourishing. There is a depressed thatched house, and there are seven upside-down books on the door beam, and there are two words "guarding". And in the courtyard, there was a dark-faced young man with a hemp belt tied around his shoulder. He was wielding an axe and chopping firewood in the yard. A load of money, and because the boy smells the chicken every day, now it is almost dusk, and he is about to split seven loads.

The boy's name is Liu Goudan, and he got it from his father, who had just died, when he was young, when he opened the "Book of Changes", which was regarded as a treasure. After the young man was sensible, he still had a bad deal with his father because of his name.

Every now and then, my father said confidently: "Lao Tzu flipped through the books, and gave you such a name, you don't thank Lao Tzu well, his mother still has to stare at Lao Tzu, are you gallant?"

His father believed in some unpredictable cause and effect, and said that it was easy to feed a cheap life, and that a person would have to be named in the underworld for a lifetime, and give him a name for a beast, and the lord of Hades would not be able to find it in the book of life and death of people, so he would not be able to hook your soul, and lest he die young, so as not to die young, and avoid drowning, falling, and dying of illness every year like other children.

And he also said that his life is not hard, so it is good to use "dog eggs", and if he goes to other names, it is easy to kill himself.

But occasionally, the young man who drilled the horns of the bull would ask rhetorically: "According to what you say, my animal name, until I die, won't I have a name in the book of life and death, and I will not be able to reincarnate at that time, and I will not become a lonely ghost and a wild ghost." ”

My father always played with the two broken dice and said with a smile: "When you are a fucking adult, Lao Tzu will fetch you another one, and it will be over." "Young people are often too lazy to take care of it, and his father can take the book backwards when he reads the Book of Changes, and let him name himself, isn't that a reason to ask the blind for directions?

His father has three things that he can't live without, one is the "Book of Changes" that has been turned over, the second is the habit of going to the village to gamble twice every day, and finally whether he wins or loses, he has to buy two pots of spirits at the restaurant to eat, and he can only be comfortable when he goes home.

If he loses money and has no wine to drink, then the boy will suffer.

I once told my father that I should give myself a good name, and then take care of the family's one-third of an acre, don't rub it into the gambling tube with a few pennies all day long.

Every now and then, my father would scold: "Damn, do you know a fart, do you know the cycle of cause and effect? How many sins Lao Tzu has suffered in this life, how many blessings you will have in the future, Lao Tzu's sins are all suffered for you!"

The boy didn't dare to refute, he didn't understand anything like a causal cycle, he just wanted to start a family, and then take care of his father, who had no relatives except himself, to die well.

The young man stopped chopping wood, put down the axe that was already pitted, and thought that he would sell the firewood and get a new axe, so as to make more money, and pay back the few taels of silver that his father borrowed from his neighbors at the funeral.

Just a year ago in the winter, in this piece of land in the southwest corner of Mexico, the village of Wangpo, which had never seen a single snowflake, was unexpectedly snowed with goose feathers. In the early morning, someone in the village knocked on the door in the snow, saying that my father had frozen to death at the head of the village. The family situation that was originally passable ushered in the bad news that his father was drunk to death in the snow like a thunderbolt from the sky, and the young man's complexion at that time was no less than the snow color of Qiong Yao all over the ground.

As for the father's emotions at that time, the gambling tube and the restaurant had their own opinions, and the gambling tube said that the father was overjoyed and excited to death, because the father was extremely hot that day, and he won a lot of money in the gambling tube, and even the big gambler in the gambling tube lost a lot of money after a few rounds.

However, the restaurant said that his father was out of the gambling tube that day, and when he entered the restaurant, he did have a bleak face, asked for a few pots of spirits, drank sullen wine alone, and then got drunk and said what sorry for the dog, and sorry for who and who and so on and so on Remorseful words, it seems that there is something that can't be thought of, and he ends up depressed.

Of course, they didn't know that in the winter a year ago, a man won money and drank wine, and after getting drunk, he stopped at the head of the village and muttered to himself: "Dog, Daddy can't help you, he can't save you blessings...... Daddy can't spend your blessings, Daddy has to leave you some blessings. Otherwise, if I go down, your mother will not have to scold me to the blood!" This man who lost money willingly, but won money but won timidly, actually looked at the moon and shed tears in the snowy night.

Even if he didn't understand the cycle of cause and effect, but because he encountered many unsatisfactory things, he had a man who was almost paranoid and sustenance, and he froze to death in the village that night.

And the young man didn't want to believe what the restaurant and the gambling manager said, and they rumored that his father won the silver, and the young man didn't see a son, only his father's frozen corpse was sent to his house.

Liu Goudan got up and put away a load of firewood in an orderly manner, took out the fragment of the "Book of Changes" left by his father from his arms, and scolded for no reason: "The causal cycle of fart!" But after turning two pages, he only saw two neat handwriting "Shou System".

At that time, I went to ask the literate people in the village how to write the word "Shou System", and the village storyteller wrote it down for himself, and after the young man thanked him, he turned his head and went home, and wrote it on the wooden board of the house beam one by one.

At this time, a gust of wind came, blowing the remnants of the dog's hand to the door, the dogan hurriedly picked it up, but he collided with a person head-on, the dogan looked up, it turned out to be a sloppy old man, if it wasn't for the old man's hand with a black and shiny whisk, how could the dogan not think that this person was a Taoist.

The person who came smiled flatteringly, rubbed his hands full of dirt, and then put one hand on the shoulder of the dog, and asked straight to the point: "When I am an apprentice, I will name you!"

The young man just kicked his leg violently, and the young man, who had been doing farm work for many years, kicked his leg with all his might, as if he wanted to kick the seemingly skinny Taoist priest into a misaligned muscle. Then he scolded: "Get out, stinky Taoist, don't get in my way." ”

But the Taoist priest seemed to be a dog skin plaster, so he pulled the dog's leg and hurriedly took out two yellow books from his arms. Smirked: "It's okay, I have two copies here." ”

The world only thinks that "Zhou Yi" is "I Ching", but they don't know that there are three parts of "I Ching", one is the widely circulated "Zhou Yi", and the other two are peerless and unique books, one "Lianshan" and one "Burial".

The dog lost his mind in an instant, and the old Taoist priest saw that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and he had some confidence, and suddenly a fairy wind Dao bone said: "A book to the sky, a book to the Jedi, do you want to see the idea?"

But facing the swarthy young man, watching the fragments of the Book of Changes left by his father slowly fall into the water, and went down the stream, he suddenly wanted to cry without tears, and suddenly turned around and stepped on the old Tao's hand, and scolded: "The old Taoist priest who pretends to be a ghost, I will pass your aunt, I will never let you uncle, let Lao Tzu go." ”

In Xianjiang County, there was a fisherman fishing on the calm Xianjiang River, and suddenly the fishing net seemed to have a harvest, and the fisherman slowly pulled up the fishing net, only to see a Suqin that had been soaked in water and somewhat rotten. The fisherman was suddenly disappointed when he looked at the broken Suqin that made him happy in vain, and just wanted to throw the qin back into the Xianjiang River, but a stonemason shouted on a newly built stone bridge across both sides of the Xianjiang River: "Fisherman is slow!"

Then the stonemason, who had been here day after day since the bridge was repaired, came to the fisherman, looked at the familiar suqin in front of him, his mouth trembled, and he said excitedly: "Can the fisherman sell me this qin?"

The fisherman, who has been fishing in Xianjiang for many years, smiled at the stonemason and said, "If you want it, take it, this thing is not valuable." ”

The stonemasons said again and again: "Valuable, valuable..."

Then the stonemasons took a money bag from his bosom and put it on the bow of the fisherman's boat, and then took the suqin tremblingly. The fisherman is no stranger to the stonemason, a month ago, there was a swordsman intercepting the river, and then the stonemason in front of him, in the river water gully opened by the swordsman did not sleep or eat for two and a half days, not even a sip of water, in that ravine, and the people of Xianjiang together to build a dam to the sky.

Originally, the fisherman felt that he was just fishing a worthless Suqin by mistake, and in the river, he could salvage some strange things every day, how much can this Suqin be worth?

But he didn't expect this stonemason to have firm eyes, and he had to give this money, and the fisherman couldn't refuse, so he could only accept it. When the stonemasons had gone away, the fisherman opened the money bag and saw that it was three hundred taels of silver tickets, and two hundred taels of silver, a full five hundred taels! The fisherman took the money bag, and he was sincerely afraid, and then he couldn't help but say to himself: "Five hundred taels, how many of those kinds of suqin do you have to buy..."

Then, the magnificent stone arch bridge spanning 300 zhang in Xianjiang, there will always be a stonemason holding the piano to sit under the bridge and watch the tide rise and fall alone. Suddenly, one morning, the morning fog did not dissipate, the stonemasons came with the piano, took out a delicate stone from their arms, and then threw it into the river, the water surface was flooded with layers of water waves, the stonemasons looked at the ripples, and whispered softly: "If there is a shocking shadow, can you come at this time?"

Since then, there has been a mandarin duck that often stops by the stonemason who holds the piano and does not play the piano, watching the ebb and flow of the tide with him.