Zhao Wenjun lives in a two-story exquisite embroidery building, which is exquisite and elegant. Upstairs is the boudoir, and downstairs is the study and practice room.

The study is not large, similar to Jiang Ping's living room. By the window, there is a beautiful bookshelf, and there are few books on the shelf, most of which are things that should be read by the daughter's family.

Jiang Ping opened the window of the study, the morning sun sprinkled in with a hint of cool air, illuminating the room extremely bright, glanced at a few books on the desk at random, Jiang Ping shook his head and smiled, then put the books neatly, and cleaned up the study again.

Due to physical reasons, Jiang Ping has no other hobbies. He is stubborn and lonely by nature, and has little communication with others. Jiang Ping spends most of his day practicing martial arts, and it is difficult to find even the entire Cheng'an County in terms of diligent cultivation and hard practice.

Jiang Ping sat on a chair in the study, holding a travelogue in his hand and reading it. Here, he felt that his restless heart would calm down and enjoy the indescribable wonderful taste.

Inadvertently glanced at the old books that had just been placed on the table, Jiang Ping inevitably sighed in his heart: "This girl has found dozens of books for herself, mostly for some martial arts classics, and only after screening have she retained some of them, such as the "Heart Classic" and the like. The girl's family is simple-minded, no matter whether it is useful or not, she will show it to herself, and this time I don't know what treasure she found. Hope it works for me, so that the girl will not be disappointed. ”

In fact, in terms of age, Jiang Ping is two months younger than Zhao Wenjun. But since he was born, he has been tortured, experienced human feelings, and his mind has already surpassed his peers a lot, looking at Zhao Wenjun's gaze, it is like looking at a little girl, mostly a spoiled look.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Wenjun had not yet returned, so Jiang Ping picked up the old book and looked at it carefully.

There was only one word in this old book - 'immortal', Jiang Ping didn't think much about it, opened the book and read it slowly, and then was attracted by the content of the book.

"The Immortal Imperial Sword flew, and flew out more than ten miles in the blink of an eye. ”

The seven-zhang long centipede fought against the white crane, and the white crane's mouth spewed red fire, covering the entire mountain, burning for three days and three nights, and the heavy rain poured down and the fire did not stop! The centipede went away from the soil unharmed. ”

"Two immortals fight, one person breaks the mountain peak with one palm! One person breaks the river with one foot!"

Rare birds and beasts, strange trees that run, giant beasts that eat people! Speeding boats, immortals harvest the water of a lake, fish, shrimp and crabs will not be spared!

......

Jiang Ping was dumbfounded, is there really such a powerful person in the world? Is this really an immortal as the book says?

Can you live forever?

"If I can practice immortal arts, what is the disadvantage of my frailty?" Jiang Ping's heart turned upside down, he has lived between this small world since he was a child, and he has been struggling for survival all the time, and the shortcomings of his body make him a neighbor of death!

But!

Jiang Ping looked up at the sky outside the window, and seemed to see the immortals flying in the sky, the big fish in the sea, and the giant bird spitting fire on the mountain......

"Nerd, haven't you been tired for so long?" Zhao Wenjun said with a smile, Jiang Ping was still in shock, and he didn't even notice that someone was approaching behind him.

Jiang Ping turned his head to look at Zhao Wenjun, and his eyes couldn't move.

A girl in a pale green dress stood to the side with a smile, her skin was brighter than snow, and her eyes were bent like crescents when she smiled at herself, revealing a charming charm. Between a smile and a smile, the girl's shy posture is endearing.

"You...... Nerds. Zhao Wenjun enjoyed this feeling very much, only in front of Jiang Ping, and she didn't know why, she always wanted to be with Jiang Ping, even if it was good to stay quietly.

Jiang Ping put aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind and said: "This book, it's very interesting, the tone of the listener's speech should be some strange things that an old Taoist priest saw when he walked the rivers and lakes, such as the immortals flying on cranes, the profound Taoist people descending demons and catching monsters, the immortals fighting, and some of the places where the immortals live, etc., I don't know if it's made up or seen it with my own eyes." ”

"Ah, it's not good for you?" Zhao Wenjun was a little disappointed, she thought that this book should also have a method of cultivation, so she tried her best to get the book, and gave it to Jiang Ping as if she were offering a treasure.

She herself likes Jiang Ping, and once fantasized about walking the rivers and lakes with Jiang Ping, acting chivalrous and righteous, and being a pair of heroes and immortals. But Jiang Ping's body was born like this, and she was also troubled by this, so she worked hard to find the exercises.

"The Heart Codex is still good, divided into six layers of mental methods, from easy to difficult, layer by layer, I think you can change it, I practice luck, until the Fengmen acupoint is really dissipated, it can be seen that it is a powerful exercise. Jiang Ping thought about it and said to Zhao Wenjun.

"That "Heart Book", in fact, I didn't find it, it was exchanged by my father and others, it belongs to the masculine method, and it is not something that women can cultivate. Zhao Wenjun shook his head, and also felt quite a pity.

In exchange?

Jiang Ping was shocked in his heart, he must know that the secret method of martial arts is already cherished abnormal, and besides, it is this kind of internal strength method that can be cultivated to the sixth level of martial arts! How can ordinary people be willing to lend or exchange the exercises.

"Ah? Uncle Zhao exchanged it with someone? He, could it be that he exchanged his "Luoxia Sword" for it? How can this be!"

Confucian Zhao Cheng, although he is an official, is known for his Confucian hero, and his Luoxia sword makes the sky fall, and he is also a famous character in the martial arts, although everyone does not know why he chose to be an official, but no one dares to insult him.

"Heart Codex" is a six-layer mental method, with Zhao Cheng's ability, only Luoxia sword method can be compared with "Heart Codex".

"Luoxia Sword" is important, isn't his daughter important? I have no brothers and sisters like you, he doesn't want his daughter to be widowed, and this "Luoxia Sword" is also obtained by his father's chance, not a sect, no one will care. Zhao Wenjun smiled and didn't care much.

Jiang Ping was born frail, and under normal circumstances, he was afraid that he would not live more than twenty. Practicing martial arts, coupled with drug conditioning, can live a few more years at most, if you don't want to ruin the marriage contract, then you can only continue Jiang Ping's life as much as possible.

Jiang Ping's heart was gloomy, knowing that his health was really poor, so he deliberately diverted the topic: "Interestingly, this book mentions that there are immortals gathering in Taiqing Mountain, and there are often immortals flying in and out of the mountains, or soaring clouds, or riding chariots, or riding rare birds and beasts, and I don't know if it's true or not." ”

"Ah, is there such a thing? Does that mean that there are really immortals in this world?" Zhao Wenjun is a little girl after all, although she is older than Jiang Ping, it is only a few months, and when she hears about interesting things, she will forget about her troubles.

"Yes, this old Taoist priest not only said the same, but also said that he lived under Taiqing Mountain for three years, and had seen immortals bring mortals into Taiqing Mountain, saying that this is a disciple of immortals in the world, and he has accepted him as an apprentice. ”

"Then you can't practice martial arts, it's possible that you can cultivate immortal exercises and become an immortal? Then Taiqing Mountain is not far away, how can we get immortal cultivation techniques?" Zhao Wenjun frowned, collecting all kinds of exercises seemed to have become her hobby, as soon as there were new and strange exercises, she wanted to get them in her hands and let Jiang Ping try to cultivate.

Jiang Ping smiled, enjoying this feeling very much, if he could do this every day, even if he could only live to be twenty years old, it would be good.

"Didn't your father teach you martial arts? I heard my father say that your father is very good at martial arts. Zhao Wenjun asked.

"My father, when I was a child, he just taught me an internal strength method "Heyang Gong", and there was no obvious effect after I practiced. The others were not taught. I don't know how his martial arts are, I have never seen my father practice martial arts, not even our family in the martial arts academy. That's weird. ”

Jiang Ping asked Jiang Bu to give up, Jiang Bu gave up and did not answer, Jiang Ping knew his father's temper, he didn't get an answer once, and he couldn't ask again.

Jiang Ping didn't want to mention the matter of practicing martial arts anymore, but said to Zhao Wenjun: "Wenjun, you can show me the "Luoxia Sword", and I will guide you." ”

If outsiders heard this, they would definitely think that Jiang Ping was drunk and crazy, and it was really a fantasy that a person who didn't know martial arts would instruct others to practice martial arts.

Zhao Wenjun didn't think so, the last time she practiced "Luoxia Sword", there were a few places that were instructed by Jiang Ping, and she tried to change them, and it was nearly thirty percent more powerful.

In the end, they are still two children who have just turned ten years old, innocent and innocent, and there are no taboos, but they don't know that modifying martial arts is a taboo in martial arts!

In the adjacent courtyard, a group of young people dressed in white scholar's clothes, all standing with their heads up, a beautiful colorful butterfly landed on a tree, not a real butterfly, but a kite made by a craftsman in the city.

The young man at the head was not very old, his face was white and beardless, and his clean face was full of pride, he squinted and peeked at the beautiful girl next to him, and then looked at the butterfly kite on the tree, and smiled at a fat student under the tree: "This height is not a difficult thing for us, isn't it?"

Qi Liufeng looked up, the kite was three rooms high from the ground, and those who were not good at light work could not take it down, and his face was a little pale. He smiled a little flatteringly: "Wang Shao, of course this is a piece of cake for your old man." How can I compare with you, see if you can let my little brother go, I ......"

Wang Shao, full name Wang Yi. It is one of the few people in the county school who knows martial arts, and he usually relies on his high kung fu to be the head of this group of students.

Wang Yi laughed: "Of course, this height is not difficult for me, but I just let you take it, what's the matter, don't you listen? Hmph, who made you choose to help that sick ghost in the first place didn't follow me! Now that the sick ghost is gone, do you think I will still accept you? Less nonsense, hurry up, Miss Lin is in a hurry." He turned his head to the beautiful girl next to him and said, "Miss Lin, don't be deceived by this fat boy, this kid has a lot of ideas, he will definitely be able to take the kite down, if I don't force him, he doesn't know how much potential he has." ”

Qi Liufeng's face was even more embarrassed, his right hand was clenched tightly, and there was a hatred in his eyes, and he didn't know who it was for. He took a long pole from a corner of the courtyard and tried to pick the kite down from the tree.

Wang Yi sneered: "If you poke a hole in the kite, I will poke a hole in your palm, you should understand that you are an unfavored merchant child, my father is a cavalry captain, and your father will not dare to provoke me." ”

Miss Lin glanced at Wang Yi, her eyes were full of smiles, and said, "Wang Yi, do you have a grudge against this Qi Liufeng?"

Wang Yi raised his eyebrows: "That's not it, I just can't look down on him." ”

A hint of an intriguing smile flashed at the corner of Miss Lin's mouth: "Since that's the case, don't find fault with this matter, I don't like it very much." Brother Qi, I don't want this kite, you don't have to worry about it. With that, she turned to leave.

Wang Yi's eyes narrowed, no one knew what he was thinking, turned around and left with Miss Lin.

After everyone left, Qi Liufeng found a long ladder to put on the wall, and his clumsy body slowly climbed up, rode on the wall, took the long pole to pluck the string of the kite, hooked the butterfly kite, and worked hard for a long time to hold the kite in his hand. When he sat down on the wall to rest, he felt that eyes were watching him, and he turned his head to look over.

On the other side of the wall, there was a courtyard where martial arts were practiced, and a pair of teenagers and girls were looking at him.

Qi Liufeng looked at him, and he also looked at Qi Liufeng.

The boy is Jiang Ping, and the girl is Zhao Wenjun.

"You were bullied by Wang Yi because you chose to help me when I had a grudge with Wang Yi in the county school?" Jiang Ping's expression couldn't see the waves.

Zhao Wenjun looked at the calm young man in front of her, she knew that Jiang Ping was really angry this time.