The little beggar, who had been running wildly for a long time, saw that the wild boar was not chasing, so he finally dared to lean against the trunk of the tree and gasp for breath. At this time, the sun was already in the west, and the late summer sun was still baking the sky and the sunset mountain to a red orange, and so was the face of the little beggar.

But the little beggar who had been running for a long time didn't pay attention to the direction, and looked at the forest on the left and right, which would suddenly make a difficulty. Fortunately, the yellow dog was quite kind, and after the little beggar was swaying for most of the day, he finally twisted his little ass to lead him back.

The little beggar who came back from picking up his life, looking at the old man who was leaning on the side of the bamboo house and drinking, this anger was blocked. I will take my heart and liver to steal blood mushroom, which is a good way for old flowers.

"What's the matter, isn't it interesting?" the little beggar hadn't yet spoken, but the old flower leaning on the opposite side picked up a playful look and asked first.

At this question, the little beggar became angry, "Why don't you give a guy who can fight!"

"Isn't the wild boar enough to fight?"

Hearing this, looking at the old man who was confused, the little beggar's already calm face darkened again.

Carrying a tattered sword to fight a wild boar, his little beggar was embarrassed to take out his hand, and he really didn't know if the sword would be broken for the wild boar. Fortunately, this little life was hard, so I didn't give it to the wild boar.

To say that in the past two years, the little beggar is looking forward to the big girl in this sword day and night to come out, begging and begging, she has slept in this sleep, and often goes to the river to bathe her. But this sword spirit girl is shy and refuses to meet, and the little beggar has to be an ancestor to offer something. All of this was seen by the old flower, so funny, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, so he held his face red, and said, the wine is on the head, and if you want to get drunk, you will be drunk.

The little beggar simply stopped talking to the old flower, quickly learned the whipping kung fu, and had to go back seriously to clean up the two scars of the old pig, yes, the sow's account must be counted on the one-eyed pig.

"Will you teach me how to whip tonight?"

"Well, the blood lingzhi is used to pay for the school. ”

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, and he still had to hand over the treasure he had snatched with his life? But the old flower didn't care so much about him, stretched out his hand, and before the little beggar could react, the lingzhi in his arms flew towards the old flower.

"You just bullied me for not breaking the shackles!" The little beggar looked at the Lingzhi that flew away, and wanted to reach out to grab it, but he couldn't reach it, so he had to stare at the old flower viciously.

"Then you're going to break it. ”

Lao Hua raised her eyebrows proudly, but as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that the atmosphere around her had become a little wrong. The little beggar, who was originally puffing up, suddenly looked at him excitedly, and saw that the old flower was messy at that time.

"Lao Hua, I read the book and said that I haven't broken the shackles at my age, and they are all powerful Dao veins, you say, will I be a sword vein?"

"Your sword vein?" Lao Hua looked at him like an idiot with an idiot on his face, but all the Dao veins related to swords, they are all innate, otherwise they would not have established the status of Kendo as the "No. 1 in Martial Arts" today, "Your cheap vein is almost the same, everyone is born with a bullish sword seed, just you." As she spoke, Lao Hua raised her eyes disdainfully.

"Hehe, the sage said, it's a late bloomer. ”

"But you didn't think that you weren't a big guy at all, just a serious ordinary person?"

Hearing what Lao Hua said, the little beggar raised his chin dissatisfied, "The ancient immortals all said that I am a cultivator, and I can't be wrong." ”

Before Lao Hua could speak, the little beggar hurriedly asked, "What kind of vein do you say I will be!"

"How do I know, but those who haven't opened their veins at this age are usually some strange Dao veins, and some of them are not recorded in the books. Lao Hua said lightly, but the excited little beggar didn't notice that there was a deep gloom hidden in his eyes.

Hearing this, the little beggar became more and more expectant. The Dao veins with the five elements in the book are very good, they are all great skills for rain and fire, but the book also says that these Dao veins are magical, and sword cultivation is more suitable for those Dao veins that have improved their physique. The little beggar is a little difficult to choose, who cares whether this is a question of whether he can choose by himself.

As the sky sank, the last of the flames on the mountain were extinguished, and the whole forest went dark. Today, the fire in front of the bamboo house has not risen for a long time, hidden through the moonlight, and the two people, one big and one small, are standing in front of the house. The old one held a silver and shiny waist sword, and the younger one held a short whip as long as the sword, and his momentum was much shorter than that of the sword.

"Lao Hua, you are really not a yin baby. The sword on the waist in the book is a hidden weapon for killing in the dark, and it is secretly sealed clean. But your sword is good, it will be bright and bright as soon as the moonlight shines, with bells and whistles, and it is useless. The little beggar looked at the old flower's soft sword and pursed his lips with disdain.

Lao Hua didn't bother to reply to him, after all, what he couldn't get always made the little beggar sad, he liked those weird and fancy things the most.

The moonlight was very cold, and the faint voice of the old flower became floating, "The soft sword is no better than the hard sword on your back." The hard sword is a decisive offensive of killing, while the soft sword is a feminine killing technique, and the practice is a big difference between the word 'cut'. ”

The little beggar looked at the old man who suddenly became serious on the side, and felt a little cold on his body. At this time, the old flowers looked very different to him. Usually, he always looks like a hanger who is not at ease, but at this moment, the old flower, the little beggar feels a kind of coldness, and there is a taste of trembling.

"A set of kung fu of the soft sword has three most important axes, the wrist, the waist, and the ankle. I'll only teach you wrist skills. Lao Hua said very little, and he didn't explain, so he lifted the sword in his hand and hurriedly swung it in front of him. In an instant, the silver light flashed in the forest with the moonlight, and the glow of the fireflies was about to dim, but the soft sword that was swung did not bend to the other side as the little beggar thought, but stabbed straight ahead. Yes, it's a thorn. This method that should have been on the hard sword was now shown on the soft sword that reflected the fine moonlight of Lao Zhaohua.

Before the little beggar could react from her surprise, Lao Hua's faint voice continued to sound, "Rou can be rigid, see how you apply it yourself." After the sword is swung, the direction of the sword is changed by changing the rotation and shaking of the wrist. ”

As she spoke, Lao Hua walked in front of a large tree, still with a wave of her hand, and suddenly stabbed the soft sword when it slashed nearly halfway across the surface of the bark. Then there was a crisp sound of entering the wood, and the end of the sword pierced out from the other side, flying up the sky with debris flying with a little silver light.

"Didn't you say that the soft sword practiced the knowledge of 'cutting'?"

"Yes, but what I teach is not the sword style, nor is it the killing method that a soft sword should have, but the kung fu of practicing wrists through the means of 'rigid'. ”

The little beggar nodded silently, the soft sword is not positive after all, and the killing technique is the best in the shadows.

"That's all, only when you practice your wrist kung fu at home can you be qualified to make a good sword. As she spoke, Lao Hua suddenly raised her eyes, the moonlight flowed in the depths of her dark eyes, and she looked at the little beggar quietly, "Have you figured out how to practice?"

The little beggar also looked at the old flowers.

......

In the past two years of practicing and hiding stones, in addition to the daily fixed exercises, the little beggar has also read a lot of books from the treasure pocket of the old flower, and has a lot of understanding of the flowery world of cultivators.

"The book says that soft swords and hard swords can't coexist, is it true?"

When the little beggar struggled in her heart for many days, and finally asked this sentence, Lao Zhaohua fell silent. He didn't speak, but his eyes met the little beggar. There was a taste in that heavy gaze that was difficult to describe, but the little beggar read many things in his eyes. Obviously, the old flower is known.

The little beggar was not angry because Lao Hua was hiding it at the beginning, in fact, no matter what Lao Yuhua asked him to learn, he would definitely agree, even if he wanted to pretend to be sinister. But feeling the weight of the tattered iron sword behind him, the little beggar was a little confused, and he could fit the dark and bloodthirsty soft sword in his heart, but he also pretended to be a great chivalry and freedom with a sword breaking through the sky.

Lao Zhaohua knew that the little beggar would have this question sooner or later, and he understood it from the time he left Yecheng, and he also understood it when he gave the little beggar the tattered iron sword, but what he didn't understand after all was the little beggar's insistence on that upright sword.

In those days, the two of them were very silent, until finally, when Xiao Qi'er and Lao Zhaohua said that he was going to practice, Lao Zhaohua nodded helplessly, but sighed deeply in his heart. He can choose many paths for the little beggar, but he also knows that he can't choose this path for the little beggar, and in the end it depends on himself.

This is not just the choice of a sword, Lao Hua understands, and the little beggar also understands that this is a renunciation of choosing a thief and not being able to touch the way of the sword again. But the little beggar said a word of stealing the sword early, and he made his heart clear.

......

For Lao Hua's question, this time the little beggar was not silent, and responded with a smile: "Of course, the thief has to be a cheap fighter for my sword, and it has to be protected tightly, that is, to practice a thief sword." ”

Looking at the little beggar who was smiling under the moonlight, although Lao Hua's heart was still heavy, there was a hint of brightness in it, and he shook his head with a smile.

It must be the best view in the world, he thought.

"Lao Hua, you just tell the truth, this sword was not used by the Great Sword Immortal. The little beggar looked at the old man with curiosity again.

"Of course, I'm not lying to you. Lao Hua patted her chest hard.

The little beggar looked at the determined look in Lao Hua's eyes and smiled hehehe.

This sword was indeed used by the Great Sword Immortal, and Lao Yuhua didn't lie this time, but he lied last time. Where is the sword spirit sleeping, it is simply dead, even if the sword spirit is asleep, as a sword used by a great sword immortal, it will not be so unbearable. But he didn't say this, he looked at the little beggar with a smile, not wanting to kill his last bit of hope, after all, that road was so similar to what he had walked before.

The moonlight was clear, shining on the night sunset in the forest, and there was a yellow dog. The wind danced softly among the leaves of the forest, bringing a thin rustle, and when the river was quiet, it sang shallowly. There seemed to be a faint sound of breathing, I don't know if it was the sound sleep of the beast in the woods, or the leisurely snort of the yellow dog at this time. On a night without firelight, only the fine silver light in the hands of the old flower was dancing in Yingying, lighting up the moonlight.