There is a mountain to the east called Qingqiu.

There is a view on the top of the green hill, called Kaiyang View.

Strangely, there are only two true Taoists in the Guannei.

In the early morning of this day, an old man wearing a green robe and gray hair, carrying a large iron plate four feet high and two palms wide, stepped into a small courtyard with a hidden anger on his face.

Seeing that the door of the courtyard was closed, the sound of snoring could be faintly heard.

Lao Dao was short of breath, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he stepped forward directly with a kick.

Kick open the door.

I saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young Taoist, lying on the couch and snoring, salivating at the corners of his mouth.

This person seemed to have dreamed of something happy, and the corners of his mouth picked up one after another.

There were also a few leftover chicken bones on the small table next to it, and a small gourd came from the aroma of wine.

The old Taoist blew his beard and glared, grabbed the gourd and smashed it on the young Taoist's face.

"Oops!"

As soon as the young Taoist's head shrank, a spirit rolled over and rolled to the ground, his face showing horror, and he immediately shouted.

At the same time, he touched and touched his back indiscriminately.

"Where are the demons, watch me slay the demons with the sword day by day, and get rid of ......"

The young Taoist didn't touch it for a long time, but when he looked up, he saw the old Taoist carrying a piece of iron plate with a handle on his face.

As soon as he spoke, he immediately laughed, and his face changed very quickly.

"It turned out to be Uncle Qingxu, I thought it was some kind of monster, hehe......"

Qingxu was full of smiles and kindness, looking at the young Taoist in front of him, as if he was looking at his own proud juniors.

The young Taoist breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and was about to get up.

Suddenly, the old Taoist smiled, and he held the iron plate with both hands and slapped the young Taoist on the buttocks.

The speed is so fast that it forms a series of afterimages, and the expression is hideous and looks particularly crazy.

For a while, the screams spread throughout the entire Taoist temple, and their voices echoed like killing pigs, and the waves were better than the waves.

One by one, the birds perched on the branches of the trees fell, flapping their wings and fleeing in all directions, and the fish in the small pond plopped into the stone cave, rippling in bursts of ripples.

Several boys who were sweeping the floor and carrying water shrugged their shoulders and subconsciously trembled a few times.

They looked at each other again, and they both saw each other, so they withdrew their gazes and continued to work, as if they had become accustomed to the screams.

The old road waist and horse are in one and full of energy.

While filming, he scolded intermittently, and the screams came and went.

The voice was loud, not like a dying old man, but like a strong man.

"Sun-chasing sword!"

"I call you the Sun-Chaser Sword!"

"Practice and be lazy! Kill demons! Steal chickens and drink!"

"Give you a sword made of fine iron, and you cast an iron plate?"

"Three hundred taels! Three hundred taels! You cast an iron plate?" Speaking of this, Lao Dao held the iron plate high.

......

The old Taoist sat on the ground with a flushed face, panting heavily, looking quite tired, pointing at the young Taoist but unable to speak for a long time.

The young Taoist swept away his previous miserable appearance, twisted his buttocks, and stood up suddenly, like a nobody.

He picked up the iron plate and stroked it from top to bottom, looking at the old man and smiling.

"Uncle Shi don't take the sword by appearance, Qing Han integrates into the sword body with a trace of soul, this sword must be extraordinary. ”

"Your soul has a fart!" Lao Dao pursed his lips and knocked the iron plate with the back of his finger a few times, like a stone sinking into the sea, without a sound.

Qingxu Lao Dao was helpless, and took two futons from under the bed.

He patted the dust on it and sat cross-legged on the ground, giving Qing Han a look.

Qing Han sat opposite the old man with a bitter face, and said secretly, "This old man wants to chant the scriptures again......"

"My generation cultivates the way of heaven and practices magic to cultivate one's self-cultivation, why are you so lazy?"

"My Tao is different from that of my uncle, and I have never been lazy. ”

Lao Dao stroked his long beard, suppressed the anger in his heart, barely showed a smile, and said in a deep voice: "What's the difference!"

Qing Han's face was pale, his eyes rose slightly, and his eyes fluttered.

"People in my generation cultivate the Great Dao, but the Great Dao is different, such as the power of the four elephants cultivated by the uncle, and he wants to comprehend Yin and Yang. After a slight pause here, a dazzling light emanated from his eyes, "And I, I want to build that avenue of unity!"

Lao Dao's eyes froze, "What is unity?"

Qing Han retracted his gaze and shook his head, and said with a smile, "The so-called unity, that is, if my body does not move, everything will stagnate in front of me. If my heart does not move, then I can fix the flow of heaven and earth. If my mind is reversed, then the years will be reversed! At that time, if my mind moves, it will be the work of creation, and there will be creation and evolution out of nothing, and this is the realm of all ways being one. ”

Lao Dao was fooled, and hurriedly asked, "How can you do it?"

Qing Han yawned, stretched his waist, stood up and climbed onto the bed again, and said slowly: "Start with quiet, be diligent and lazy, stop your heart with your body, and prove my way." ”

After saying that, he brought the quilt and covered it.

"Rebel! full of nonsense, no learning and no skills!" The old man laughed angrily, and rushed up to pull Qing Han to the ground.

Qing Han rolled around several times like a wheel, and lay motionless on the ground with his eyelids rolled.

Seeing this, Lao Dao wanted to scold a few more words.

When his gaze swept over the cyan pouch hanging from Qing Han's waist, his gaze gradually became complicated.

He walked over and shook his head and sighed.

"I still remember that three years ago, you walked up from the Qingqiu steps step by step, holding the ashes of Senior Brother Qingyun in your hand, and your murderous and vicious aura finally erased your restlessness, but I didn't expect it to be so depraved......"

Every time Lao Dao said a word, Qing Han's expression changed.

His brows tightened more and more, his face gradually distorted, and his eyes turned blue-gray.

In the end, it was stretched out, Qinghan laughed, and then said slowly: "Uncle Qingxu's memory is really good, I have long forgotten about those Chen sesame rotten grains back then, but you still remember." ”

"You hate it so much?"

Qing Han waved his hand and suddenly laughed again.

"What is there to hate, I have known for a long time that people like him will die sooner or later. ”

Lao Dao looked at Qing Han's eyes and was silent, and Qing Han stopped talking for a while.

Just hanging his head and rubbing the iron plate with his fingertips, over and over again.

This quiet and heavy atmosphere lasted for a long time.

Lao Dao stood up and glanced at Qing Han deeply, and said calmly: "There was an accident in Li Village, and the thieves of Jindao Village pasted red paper, and they wanted three hundred rice and Old Man Li's granddaughter as his wife, otherwise they would have to slaughter the village, and there were hundreds of strong men on the mountain, all of whom had some martial arts, and they couldn't resist." ”

The corners of Qing Han's mouth twitched, and he said nonchalantly, "It's just a test to open the Yang Temple and don't care about such idle matters, Uncle Shi is famous, just go on your own, they will naturally dispel this idea." ”

Lao Dao shook his head slightly, and sighed, "The old man is about to live at the end of his life, and he is already over one hundred and thirty years old, even if he has a good appearance and some strength, he is only a virtual appearance, and he can't protect them." ”

Clearly smelling a faint smell of decay, Qing Han twisted his head to the side and sneered, "It's worthy of being a senior brother, and he likes to take care of such idle things, but what does this have to do with me?"

Lao Dao picked up his gray beard and glanced at it, and smiled dumbly.

When he turned around and walked out of the courtyard, it was as weak as muttering to himself, but it clearly reached Qing Han's ears.

"Okay, the old man and Senior Brother Qingyun inherited the mantle of Qingxuan Zhenren, and they punished demons and evil all their lives, even if their strength was humble, they were not afraid of life and death, and when they were old and dying, they just wanted to leave safely, but they were not ashamed of their hearts, and they didn't care. ”

Qing Han sneered, and threw himself on the bed to renew his sleep.

Just tossed and turned several times, and always felt a hot current in his heart, and the unbearable heat made him irritable, and he couldn't calm down like before.

Qing Han rubbed his eyebrows and felt a little headache, got up and sat with his forehead for a while, but he couldn't calm down in his heart.

He gritted his teeth as he stared in the direction of Lao Dao's departure, and began to tear his hair and clothes indiscriminately.

The tip of the tongue tasted bitter.

He smiled silently for a moment, picked up the iron plate and carried it behind his back.

After walking three steps and stopping one step, he sighed and walked three more steps, and finally left the small courtyard.

The iron plate behind him trembled slightly, and a faint hum emanated faintly.