There are thousands of Taoist systems in the world, which one is not a first-class bull spirit.

The two instruments of the formation road are the great ability to destroy the world, and all kinds of superb means are played, and it is said that the old man of Nantu, who dares to turn into a tens of millions of tricks in his flesh and blood, is embarrassed by the people of the world. Dan Dao Xianyun is the great detachment that everyone yearns for, the Taoists of Songtan Mountain are all good hands, and the people in charge of the Tao are even more amazing, and the plants and trees that want to refine a mountain are the manifestations of Dan Pill. Fu Dao Huang Li, is a great magic power to save his life and hide, the lame jumping immortal who shouted "What can I do in the world", just picked up a life from the pursuit of thousands of miles. But what kind of rarity is this thief?

"Lao Hua, which big man passed down this thief?" The little beggar stared at Lao Zhaohua with a surprised face, and listened carefully to the grandfather who said a cow in his mouth.

"That's really a big shot, isn't the ancestor of the mountain just my old flower. ”

"What!" the little beggar suddenly felt like he had been tricked into a thief ship. Which of the ancestors of other people is not an immortal Taoist who moves mountains and seas and shocks tens of millions of people by himself, but what can he do with his old flowers, "I don't learn anymore." ”

Hearing this, Lao Hua's face darkened. "You are a great disciple of the mountain, and you are all at the top of your ranks. In the future, if you meet an old man who cultivates the Tao, you have to call you Uncle respectfully, this cultivator's seniority can't be messed up. ”

The little beggar was stunned for a while, and the words that Lao Hua's ass arched up couldn't be trusted.

"It's still good for people's swordsmanship, the book says that the sword in the sheath is faintly shining, and the momentum is high in the sky, and the power is all chivalrous. The ancient immortals have all said that people should walk upright like a sword. ”

The old man on the side heard this, plucked out his nose and eyes disdainfully, and flicked out: "There are many sword cultivators in the world like dogs, where are there a few people who have witnessed the Great Dao, they are all half-witted." ”

He knows that the little beggar likes swords since he was a child, and he often talks to the fairy characters in the book, all of whom are proud of the style of a sword. Those who practice swords are all decent people, how can they be like him always called Hua, and the sneaky business he does is not visible.

"Hey, you just can't see other people's bullishness. ”

"Who said, I steal the Tao but also practice swords, and I am very knowledgeable here. ”

"Do you still have a sword for petty theft?" the little beggar suddenly lost his head.

"This thief is not another thief, otherwise how dare I be this bullish ancestor of Lao Hua. ”

"Robber!" The little beggar looked suddenly enlightened, but suddenly frowned again, "How can there be a robber who practices swords, and you bluff me into calling Hanako again." The robber is not doing the right thing. ”

Lao Hua glanced at the little beggar, and his body couldn't move, but this idea still had to fly. He didn't talk nonsense with the little beggar, and reached out into the treasure pocket for a long time, and finally took out a tattered sword.

"Lao Hua, is this your sword?" the little beggar looked at Lao Zhaohua with a frightened face, and suddenly felt that the wounds on his body were frightened. It is good to say that others hold swords, dressed in white with a cold face, standing on the top of the mountain, when the wind comes, the sleeves of the clothes will hunt and hunt, and a black sword on the waist is like a dragon, and it will cut the sky. But the sword of Lao Hua doesn't even have a shell, and it's bare and ashamed. What's more, where is the tip of the sword, the blade is almost as thick as a finger, and there are many gaps, the black sword is a black sword, but this is not even a reptilian.

"It's not mine, I don't practice swords. ”

"Whose is that? Is this sword stronger than a kitchen knife?"

"If you compare the head, you still don't lose. Lao Hua replied lightly, "But this sword is not small." Tens of thousands of years ago, a generation of sword immortals ate treasures. It's a pity that the sword spirit was injured and slept, and the sword changed. ”

The little beggar looked at the old man suspiciously, but he felt that there was some truth. There are legends in the novel that those swords of the previous years sealed themselves in the dust and chose the lord to serve. "You didn't lie to me?"

Lao Hua pursed his lips: "Didn't the sages say it, there must be demons when things go wrong." ”

When the little beggar heard this, he immediately believed it, and the sage did not deceive him. Thinking about it, he looked at the old man with a blank eye: "Practice, practice." ”

But when he held the sword in his hand for a long time, he didn't necessarily see the sword aura soaring and the cold flickering scenery, so he frowned again, this sword is not weighty, how can he walk the pride of the rivers and lakes?

"No, if you don't practice swords, how can you practice swords? The little beggar tilted his head and looked puzzled.

"I just added it today, I'm the ancestor of the mountain, of course I have the final say. ”

Looking at the appearance of the old flower raising her eyes to look at the roof, the little beggar understood that she was fooled by the old flower with iron nails, and she was about to throw the unsightly sword back.

But before he could make a move, Lao Hua saw through his thoughts: "But if you think about it, if you throw this sword back, it will never be possible to have a relationship with you again, and the sword spirit girl will be angry." If you want a sword to have the aura of the owner, then you have to protect it with your heart, and it is said that this sword is like a beauty, and it is cherished tightly. ”

Hearing this, the little beggar hesitated again, thought about it for most of the time, and finally held the sword against his chest, held it gently, closed his eyes, and took a few big breaths. Beauty is in her arms, and the book is written so greedily.

"But you don't know how to swords, so who will teach me?"

"The Great Dao Sword Immortal can be said, other people's sword dao is someone else's sword way, and only those who come out of it themselves will count, otherwise they won't be able to prove the way. ”

"What!" The little beggar was stunned by Lao Hua's words, "Together, you are thinking about it?"

"Not really. Lao Zhaohua looked at the little beggar with a serious face, "This kendo is difficult to practice, so it's difficult here." ”

The little beggar fell silent with a black line on his face, and hugged the sword in his arms, there is also a sword spirit girl who pops up in the novel to teach kendo, but you have to wait and protect it carefully.

"Are you still practicing my thief?"

"If you don't practice, you will practice swords, and you will also practice swords. Why don't I practice kendo by myself, and worship you as a cheap master?" said the little beggar with disdain.

"When you haven't practiced kendo yet, you can't be beaten when you go out to the rivers and lakes, and you still have to rely on me to steal the way. ”

The little beggar thought about it, felt that it was such a reason, and gritted his teeth: "Then practice." ”

But he didn't notice it, the corners of Lao Minghua's mouth quietly hooked up a smile, and his eyes flashed slyly. Lao Hua knew that the little beggar would still practice his theft, but all he lacked was a fake sword, as well as his yearning for the swordsman in the book. But Lao Hua didn't want him to practice swords, the way of the sword went all the way to be heroic and upright, and every sword said that it was for the world, too tired.

The little beggar does know how to practice the thief of the old flower, but what the old flower doesn't know is that the little beggar is very persistent in sword cultivation. The sword cultivator in the novel is a chic and free character, and he also wants to have a little bit of style. The beggar is also very chic, so practice him as a thief sword.

Fortunately, I didn't let Lao Hua hear this. Thief Kendo?This is a great skill in choosing a name.

"Let you see our ability to steal. As she spoke, the old flower twitched on the rag belt, and a bright light flashed, as if it were about to merge with the sunlight shining in from the door. The air was swept through with a sharp sound of breaking wind, like a silver snake dancing wildly, and like a dragon soaring into the air.

At this time, the little beggar was already stupid in his eyes. The sword in Lao Hua's hand danced violently, skillfully, and softly. If it weren't for the tattered figure, I'm afraid that the little beggar would have to call "fairy" well.

"You still say that you don't practice swords! Isn't a soft sword a sword!"

"Can't I call it a whip?" replied Lao Hua with an innocent face, "Besides, I'm no better than a soft sword." ”

The little beggar carefully looked at the hand that Lao Zhaohua had stopped, the soft sword was indeed not like a sword, it was softer than the soft sword written in the book, it could be said that it was a whip, but it was much sharper than a whip.

"Do you want this sword for me too?" the little beggar looked at the old flower with a smile on his face. This sword is much better than the tattered thing he held in his arms and didn't know if it was true, and the momentum was different.

"This one is yours. ”

"Why is mine a whip?" the little beggar looked at the long whip thrown by the old flower, and was suddenly dissatisfied.

"You think so beautifully, I'll give you back this one, and that's all there is in the world. ”

"Hey, it's not rare, I'm the only one in the world. As he spoke, the little beggar tightened the sword in his arms.

The old flower was stunned and didn't know what to say. There may really be only one sword of that kind, and the blacksmith will have to dislike it.

Lao Hua had no choice but to dance the sword for him again under the little beggar's death, and it was still so soft and strong, mixed with the summer sun, hidden in the bright place, and stabbed in the darkness. The dust on the ground also stirred, like the lingering of the cold face of the red dust girl, and also like the ruthlessness of the flower that has gone thousands of miles.