Zhang Muliu's thoughts were racing while drinking, looking at this posture, the old lame man would definitely not let himself out easily. It's hard to guess what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd. The only thing that is certain is that this old guy must not be holding back any good things.

The one who writes the book is the fucking heart!

"I said, what do you want to do? What is the cause and effect of the Dusk family, can't you say?" Zhang Muliu put down his wine bag and said helplessly.

The lame old man kept glaring, but he didn't continue to hit people, but said suspiciously: "What kind of messy sword do you kid practice? Just find a passer-by to hold a sword, and it won't be as good as you." ”

The young man leaning against the stone wall didn't answer, he couldn't answer. just kept scolding in his heart: "When I go up to the realm, I want to make you feel good." ”

The old lame man smiled slightly, and the phantom crutches lifted and clicked to the ground, and this place, which was like a cauldron buckled, continued to expand, and it was already more than a thousand feet in just a few breaths.

Zhang Muliu frowned, the old guy hasn't fought enough?

Sure enough, the old cripple disappeared and was replaced by a young man dressed in white with a sword. The person who came was also like the street pedestrians he had seen before, with a form and no god, but this person had a very strong sword intent. Compared with Zhang Muliu's own sword intent, it is the difference between a ditch and a small river.

The old lame's voice sounded in the space again, "This white-clothed swordsman is the protagonist of one of my books, called Si Seventeen, if you can fight him undefeated, you can leave here." ”

As soon as the words fell, a strange light flew into the body of the "Si Seventeen", and the latter's eyes suddenly became clear, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

The young man in white asked Jian Zhang Muliu.

The characters in the book are casually peeled out, the sword intent and realm are not bad, and even after that strange light is injected into the body of Si Seventeen, the white-clothed swordsman has really become a living "person".

Si Seventeen has already attacked, and when it comes to close-quarters swordsmanship, Zhang Muliu can be said to know nothing. In the past, when fighting against people, the sword qi was slashed vertically and horizontally, and a few close quarters were just slashing with swords, and there was no discipline at all.

The white-clothed swordsman had a smile on his face, and his smile was full of confidence, as if under his sword, all his calculations were vain.

If You Fang is not there, he can only use the wooden sword to fight the enemy. There is a Nanshan Flying Sword, but Zhang Muliu really doesn't dare to hold it in his hand easily, and he has repeatedly faced the enemy, and the Nanshan Flying Sword is more of a way to defeat one side with its true intentions.

A wooden sword, if you want to fight with this real sword cultivator of the same realm, it is a little difficult.

When Si Seventeen saw that the green shirt took out a wooden sword, he immediately frowned, and actually said, "Is this looking down on me?"

Although Zhang Muliu was surprised, this person really had that autonomous consciousness. But he still smiled and said: "Daoyou think about it a lot, I don't have a sword by my side, I only have a wooden sword with me." ”

The white-clothed swordsman nodded, and the long sword in his hand disappeared in an instant, and he struck again with a wooden sword in his hand like Zhang Muliu.

Both of them were armed with wooden swords in close combat, and Zhang Muliu was defeated and retreated, which was just resistant. Besides, he also knew that this guy who ran out of the book definitely didn't do his best.

The seventeen-first sword slashed Zhang Muliu into the air, shook his head and said: "Your sword spirit is acceptable, but it has no meaning and no truth. The calligraphy in the world is to copy the shape and then learn its meaning, you are good, although the meaning is not shallow, but the basic skills against the enemy are not at all. Others are empty and have their appearances, but you are empty and have their meanings. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled awkwardly, he also knew where his problem was, and his foundation was extremely weak. But the most important qi refining and foundation building are all done in a daze, and they can only be made up for by the day after tomorrow. And the matter of swordsmanship, which was even more taboo earlier, almost didn't dare to touch it. The swordsmanship taught by Mr. Ma is also more important than formal.

"Then according to the meaning of my predecessors, how should I learn the sword?"

The white-clothed swordsman smiled when he heard this, and stabbed him with a sword, Zhang Muliu was able to dodge, and a blood groove was cut out of his shoulder.

Si Seventeen smiled: "According to me, then don't learn." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, understood.

Today, I only learned swordsmanship.

Si Seventeen smiled slightly, this sword cultivator who ran out of the script and pressed the realm to the Yuan infant stage, finally had some real happiness at this moment. The young man in front of him, whether it was sword intent or sword qi, was extremely mixed, which made the sword cultivator look bad. Fortunately, Huigen is good and learns things quickly.

In fact, if he really wants to win the seventeenth battle, Zhang Muliu has countless ways, even if this white-clothed swordsman breaks the mirror and breaks the mirror, Zhang Muliu still has a way. The characters who ran out of the script, the true intention of water and fire can be dissipated by any of them, but it is not necessary.

It seems that the old lame man's realm must be high and scary, even if Zhang Muliu is sucked into a certain script at this moment, with the articles and stories under the hands of this old lame man as the world, he has taken advantage of the location. But I still have to admire the old guy's clever methods.

How many people in the world write a book? How many people dare to put pen to paper after reading a few books that are messy and messy? Among them, are there 1/2 in 1,000 who can make money? Even fewer can use the story as a substitute for the true meaning and enter the realm of the Dao. And this old lame man has obviously written the book alive and has become a world of his own, if it is more powerful, and all the creatures in the book are refined, it will be a means to reach the sky.

Just imagine, it is obviously a false world, but the person who comes does not know how terrifying it must be?

Today's grappling, Si Seventeen is more like feeding a sword. Zhang Muliu naturally sensed the kindness of this white-clothed swordsman, and wanted to use Zhang Muliu's own spirit to hone a set of swordsmanship that only belonged to Zhang Muliu. No matter how good you learn, it's better to have it yourself.

So Si Seventeen just kept drawing out his sword, Zhang Muliu tried his best to resist, I don't know how long it took, only XBS was left in a green shirt, and it was still there, and there were only strips of rags left on the upper body, and it was bloody. The advantage is that now Zhang Muliu has quite a rule against the enemy.

Si Seventeen smiled slightly, and said loudly: "It's not okay to catch the light, you have to defeat me with a sword before you go out of this world." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded slightly, and after dispersing his qi and blood, he moved forward with his sword, which was also the first time he took the initiative to attack after not knowing how many swords he had suffered here.

The white-clothed swordsman also became serious, and casually opened a sword, "It's not as easy to fight with the sword cultivator as before. But where there is a sword in the hand, it is a fairy sword, and a sword can open the sky and break the sea. ”

It was like a waterfall for the white-clothed swordsman, wantonly scouring the hole in the top wall of the arc with a radius of thousands of feet, and the wooden sword in his hand seemed to have changed the material, faintly with spirit, and the sword aura rushed into the sky.

"A good sword is naturally a multiplier for a swordsman, but my generation of swordsmen never want to honor foreign objects, even if there is an innate sword with huge killing power, it should not be relied on too much. You have to remember that it is the man who holds the sword, not the sword. Si Seventeen said as he drew his sword.

"I've been taught!" Zhang Muliu replied when he looked for a sword to take out his sword.

A white robe suddenly split into two, two into four, and kept differentiating. In a short time, there were twenty-eight white-clothed swordsmen with swords in four places, surrounding Zhang Muliu.

The miserable Zhang Muliu suddenly laughed and said: "The younger generation was once broken open by someone with a sword, so he learned a sword - breaking obstacles. Today, he will slay the green dragon with a sword. ”

Zhang Muliu swept towards the east, and a wooden sword differentiated into countless solid sword shadows, shooting towards the seven people in the east like raindrops. Si Seventeen sneered: "The cow is blowing very loudly, I don't know how it is?"

The seven white-clothed swordsmen in the East each stood where the Seven Nights in the East were located, and several people changed their positions, and the tail of the Keisu was holding a sword, and a green dragon phantom appeared, like a divine dragon swinging its tail, instantly shattering half of the wooden swords. Immediately after Jiao, Kang, and Di, the white-clothed swordsmen in the three positions flew up at the same time, as if the dragon was raising its head. The three sword qi came with Long Wei, Zhang Muliu could get out of the way, but the remaining half of the wooden sword was destroyed. And the naked half-naked young man grinned at the corners of his mouth, and he had already rushed to the front of his heart, and with a sword stabbing out, the Dongfang Qinglong disappeared, and the seven white-clothed swordsmen slowly disappeared.

Si Seventeen didn't see his real body, but he clapped his hands and laughed: "It's so calculating, this obstacle is actually just a trick." It's just that your efforts are in vain, and the main wood of the Oriental Green Dragon is endless. ”

As soon as the words fell, seven white figures reappeared in the east, and the four elephant sword formations were intact as before.

Zhang Muliu frowned, the four elephants all belong, but there are also different attributes among them, the green dragon main wood. Turned to the West White Tiger, the White Tiger is golden, the main killing, the most difficult to fight.

The first to bear the brunt is the first night in the West, the Kui Wood Wolf.

Seeing the Kui wood wolf, Zhang Muliu suddenly understood why the old lame man ignited the weasel. He carries the true meaning of water and fire, and the weasel is wood, aquatic wood, and wood is fire. What an old fellow, he was tying himself to the weasel in a different way. If it is not surprising, there must be two monks behind Caoxian who have the true meaning of gold and earth or have the true meaning of gold and earth respectively.

When he was stunned, the white-clothed swordsman where Kui Su was located slashed with a sword, the sword aura was long, and the killing power was huge but enduring.

Good guys! The metal sword qi is emitted from the wood genus, and the sword qi can kill for a long time. The difficulty with this trick is how to make the two attributes not conflict. It's just that for this White Tiger Little Sword Formation, it's almost nothing, and the Kui Wood Wolf is one of the Four Wood Bird Stars.

If you want to talk about swordsmanship, Zhang Muliu is definitely not as good as Si Seventeen and Twelve, but in terms of what he has learned, Zhang Muliu can get rid of this sword fairy who popped up in the book.

Zhang Muliu stabbed out with a sword and went to Angsu, and the tiger's back was broken, what else could this white tiger do?

The seventeenth in the void smiled and said, "The idea is good, but have you reached it?"

Sure enough, Angsu retreated, and the remaining six western houses of Bisu and Stomach retreated, Gongwei Angsu, led by Shen and Lou, and Misu and Kuisu were behind, and Zhang Muliu was encircled. At this time, he had a plan to invite you into the urn. It's just that Zhang Muliu didn't panic, he is now learning and selling, and the true meaning of the slight water attribute is cut out with a wooden sword, which is mixed with a wisp of Haoran righteousness. The sword qi did not slash towards the white tiger, but went underground in the middle direction.

Suddenly, the Four Elephants Formation dissipated, and a white-clothed swordsman appeared in the middle, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "You can guess this? It's a pity that you don't become a Yin-Yang Family monk." ”

The shirtless young man walked over slowly, and said with a smile: "The Four Elephant Sword Formation is very strong, but there is no Yellow Dragon in the center between heaven and earth, and the Five Elements are difficult to sustain, and they are also strong. But your formation doesn't have that feeling of continuity, so I guess that you should have the earth attribute and turn into a yellow dragon to maintain this five-sided sword formation. ”

Si Seventeen still had some doubts: "Then how dare you break the game with this almost incalculable sword qi?"

Zhang Muliu smiled: "I'm unlucky, I never gamble." Even if you don't have so many clones that don't cut your ontological cultivation, the four small sword formations won't have that much power for no reason, right? So I guessed early on that your true body must be the weakest point. It's just that I'm still not sure, so I picked the most aura-consuming Dongfang Qinglong to start. In fact, the recovery of the Eastern Seven Houses is exactly what I want to see, if you are reluctant to recover the aura, I can only pick the white tiger and then make plans. ”

Si Seventeen smacked his tongue, "You guy, how good it would be to put a little more effort into sword cultivation." Is this insidious ability something that our sword cultivators can do?"

Zhang Muliu scratched his head and smiled: "Isn't this impossible to beat?"

A sword light suddenly attacked, and Zhang Muliu subconsciously raised his arm slightly, blocking the sword qi with the wooden sword and bamboo foot. But after blocking it, the shirtless young man didn't put his arm down for a long time.

The laughter in front of him disappeared, and he only said before leaving: "Why do you have to have a sword move?"

Zhang Muliu lowered his arm and saw him off.

This white-clothed swordsman, who should be invincible in the world in the script, taught Zhang Muliu a truth.

Putting away the wooden sword, Zhang Muliu sighed. Dispersed the blood on his body, changed into the gray robe he used to wear, and muttered: "Winning is winning, but you can't beat it." ”

I just wanted to shout an old cripple, but it was another huge suction, and then I looked around carefully, it was already a study. There is a large collection of books, and on the wall facing the entrance hangs a painting of a swordsman in white. In the middle of the study, there was a table, and in addition to the crumpled paper, there was also a book. On closer inspection, the book has no title. For some reason, Zhang Muliu suddenly opened the book, and the first page shocked the young man who had changed into a gray robe.

What was written in that book was like Zhang Muliu when he was a child. Flipping back, the mother written in it left, Zhang Muliu entered the school, and Mr. Ma taught swords. Together with everything that happened on the way south, including the events in the dream of three thousand years, Li Yuzhen, these are all written, and everything is very detailed. Then turning back, Zhang Muliu was already in a cold sweat, and some things that he had never told anyone before, this book has written.

The young man in the gray robe flipped through the book like crazy, and when he practiced his sword in the book and read the book in the study, Zhang Muliu stopped suddenly. But the sweat has already wet the clothes.

The same voice as Zhang Muliu sounded in the study, and another Zhang Muliu laughed and said, "Why don't you continue to read it? If you see the ending, you will have a way to deal with it! Or are you afraid? I'm afraid that in the end, I'm just a character in the book, just like that seventeen?"

The gray-clothed young man didn't speak, but pressed the book with both hands.

Another Zhang Muliu said again: "Let me tell you, as you think, it's all fake! You are fake, I am fake." It's true or false, and Qiushui is also fake. The world in which we live is also fake. ”

Zhang Muliu frowned and said, "What is true?"

But the voice stopped talking.

So there was a young man dressed in gray, standing at the desk, pressing the book, not knowing what to do. Even if you want to ask someone, you don't know who to ask.

This concern has always been in the deepest part of Zhang Muliu's heart, and anyone who knows this kind of statement will scold him for worrying about the sky. What's the use of thinking so far ahead if you haven't done anything in front of you?

But after waking up from that dream, it was always difficult to put myself in the world, and even if I put it, I didn't know where to put it.

Until I met Liqiushui, my heart seemed to be filled with something, and I pressed it very heavily on my heart, and I suppressed all those strange thoughts.

In the past, when I was alone, especially at night, I spent the most candles and books. I always turn some books from beginning to end several times, looking like reading them at night, but in fact I am just a lonely person who doesn't know what to do, so I have to turn the books over and over again, so as to immerse my mind in them, so as not to think too much.

When Wu Guo opened that small shop, why did he always open early and close late?

Because Zhang Muliu, who grew up slowly, felt that when he was busy, he wouldn't be able to take care of many things, and he couldn't care about being sad and sad, let alone thinking about anyone.

The most fearful thing is to have nothing to do, so until now, after having a girl who will accompany him for a lifetime, this young man who has a naughty and cute girl is still unwilling to do a lot of things in advance.

If you're done with tomorrow's work today, you'll be idle tomorrow. Once idle, it will be lonely.

When Mr. Ma hadn't gone to Xiaozhushan yet, the naughty overlord in front of the door had almost no playmates. Every day, he would take a slender and long bamboo pole and walk from the east end of the small bamboo mountain to the west end, or walk down from the east side, take a look at the Surabaya well from a distance, and then walk along the foot of the mountain to the big long well. Standing not far from the big well and looking up at a bluestone staircase, I pretended to be very interesting.

In his childhood, Zhang Muliu almost carried a small bamboo pole on his shoulder, and no matter whether it was cloudy or sunny, he would walk around Xiaozhu Mountain over and over again. When he saw some children playing together, he stood there for a while, and when he saw that no one told him to play, he left again.

It wasn't until later that they had two slightly older children, and the three of them each fought a lot, and then I don't know what happened, but they became good friends who liked to be together for everything.

So Zhang Muliu when he was a child was a little stupid in the eyes of others, because no matter what he did, the one who contributed the most was the little guy with a white face. And that little guy is the least willing to let others worry, and the least willing to cause trouble for his good friend because of him. So, on a night when the moon hung in the night sky, a little boy who had eaten his native land, drank a sip of laundry water, and scarred himself with the back of his axe, would go west along a dark dirt road.

He was afraid of loneliness, but he was alone when he was very young, so he was always lonely.

In the study, a young man in gray held the book with both hands, his eyes were red.

"Qiushui, what should I do?" subconsciously said this sentence.

In an instant, a picture flashed in the eyes of the young man, and there was a woman in red in the picture, she was holding a little girl in a long green dress, and said with a smile:

"You're you, what's so hard about that?"

The red in Zhang Muliu's eyes faded, and he regained his clear eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He sighed and said: "Alas! It's hard to get from luxury to simplicity! I'm used to having a daughter-in-law, but suddenly I don't have a daughter-in-law, and I actually trapped this little fantasy." ”

After that, he slowly opened the book, read it carefully, and said that it was clearer than he remembered. When he turned to the study this time, Zhang Muliu did not stop, but continued to flip the book without stopping.

After a page, there is a blank slate.

I said silently in my heart: "Old lame, what other tricks do you have?

No one answered, just a huge tear, and Zhang Muliu, who had a black face, was transferred to another place.

This time it was no longer a nearby place, but a mountain village full of tiny bamboos that he had grown up in.

Zhang Muliu shook his head and walked forward.

It doesn't seem to have changed, it's the same as when he left last year, except that he hasn't seen what the grass on the side of the road looks like for a long time. The homecoming a year ago and the homecoming four years ago were both snowy nights. Even when I left, the mountains were yellow except for the bamboo.

The young man dressed in gray walked up the ramp to the east step by step, but the villagers didn't seem to see him, so he had to go home by himself.

When I walked to the edge of the yard of the neighbor's old man's house, I found a new fence wall, and there was a middle-aged man with gray hair in it, holding a short saw sawing wood, what furniture should I want to make. The man turned his head and smiled at Zhang Muliu, and then went back to his work.

It seems that Zhang Muliu can be seen.

After walking dozens of steps, there is a stone trough on the right side in front of the door, which is said to be used by the cattle of the family to drink water when Zhang Shuying was herding cattle in the past. A few steps away there was a stone grinding disc, and on a snowy day, the bare-bottomed Zhang Muliu hid behind it. At that time, it could block Zhang Muliu's stomach, but now it can only reach the knees.

There is no one at home, and it is still the same. After walking around, the young man suddenly heard the sound of gurgling water behind the house, and after running to the back after a few steps, Zhang Muliu couldn't stop laughing.

The mountain spring that only comes out of the water in July and August is a little early this year!

The gray figure disappeared in a flash, and when it reappeared, it was at the highest point of the house built on Xiaozhu Mountain. The school with the bamboo fence is still there, and there is not a single weed in it. And next to the house, there is a land temple with constant incense.

Zhang Muliu instantly changed into a green shirt again, and bowed down in front of the Land Temple, unwilling to straighten up for a long time.

After a long time, this young man, who seemed to be an upright scholar at the moment, smiled slightly and said slowly:

"Sir is really eccentric, all the good knowledge has been taught to Yushan, what should I do with my eldest brother? Fortunately, my eldest brother can do business, and I can fight, otherwise it would be really difficult to live a personal life." ”

took out three sticks of incense from his cuffs, and after lighting them with the candle flame in the Land Temple, Zhang Muliu said with a smile:

"Everyone is very good, what kind of gentleman and sage can we become among us, it is estimated that it is Yushan. It's just that sir, don't worry, whether we are old, or Xin Zuo and Tengshuang, we all always remember that we grew up under the precept ruler of an old-fashioned old man. ”

After saying that, he held the three sticks of incense in his hand and bowed deeply.

Go up along the land temple, cross the mountain and cross a river, which is the ancestral tomb of the Zhang family.

By the time Zhang Muliu arrived, there was already an old man on crutches sitting on the edge of a grave, stuffing yellow paper into the fire one by one.

The old lame man turned his head and smiled: "Little guy, it's not terrible to be real or fake, the most terrible thing is that you don't believe in yourself." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded.

The most terrible thing is that you don't believe in yourself.