Above the temple, the court is Tian Shelang and ascends to the Tianzi Hall at dusk, which is a great joy in life.

Among the rivers and lakes, the green shirt fights the sword, and the end of the world is close at hand, which is a great deal of life.

What boy has never dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword?

And in front of the tree is precisely the second type of people.

A few years ago, he met a man from out of town who was full of wine in the corner of the village, and he was overjoyed when he saw the wooden sword at his waist.

The sloppy man who looked stubble on his face later lived in the village, and he only had two major preferences on weekdays, one was drinking, and the other was gambling, but fortunately there were no other bad habits, and the villagers were simple and kind, so they gradually identified with this foreign man.

After getting acquainted with the man, he stole a few bottles of wine and snacks from home at the instigation of the latter, and then changed back to the wooden sword on the other party's waist, and then... When I went home, I was beaten half to death by my father.

But when he was beaten, the boy hugged the wooden sword tightly, and he was still happy in his heart.

"My family thinks I'm an eyesore at home, god, can I practice swords here?"

Tree Front asked cautiously.

Lu Shen opened his eyes and looked at the wooden sword in the other party's hand. I looked at it for a long time, then closed my eyes again and hummed softly.

Having received the answer, the tree picked up the wooden sword and walked to the clearing next to it.

In less than a moment, there was a non-stop whistling sound in the clearing.

Lu Shen raised his eyebrows slightly, and opened his eyes silently at some point.

There is no special guidance and cultivation in front of the tree, but the swordsmanship at this moment is extremely elegant and smooth, not superb, but it is much stronger than ordinary country villagers and even sect disciples.

The right arm in front of the tree kept waving, matching the footsteps, like a swift swimming dragon.

In the village, everyone can't see the fame, they will only think that this little guy's wooden sword is pleasing to the eye, but if it is seen by the kendo sect outside, it will definitely be carefully cultivated as a genius.

A dragonfly flew past the eaves in the distance, its wings trembling slightly, making a slight vibration.

The young man's heart moved, and his left hand slapped the slight end of the wooden sword, and the ghost shouted like a god: "Go!"

The wooden sword turned into a straight line in mid-air, and the tip of the sword slashed the thumb-sized dragonfly in half, and then slammed it into the wooden plank of the wall.

The tree trotted over and tucked the wooden sword back into his waist, his face filled with unconcealed joy.

"Who taught you the sword. ”

Lu Shen suddenly asked.

In front of the tree, he scratched his head shyly and said, "Uncle of the wine shop at the entrance of the village." ”

Lu Shen said, "What's the name?"

The tree was a little embarrassed and said, "I don't know, the uncle is not from the village, and he has never said his name." ”

Lu Shen hummed softly.

He stretched his neck in front of the tree and asked cautiously, "Immortal, what do you think of my sword practice, do you have any talent?"

Lu Shen said calmly: "The sword moves are too fancy, ink. ”

There was some loss in front of the tree, and there was a soft oh.

Lu Shen looked at the sky, was silent for a while, and said, "I'll teach you a few swords." ”

The boy froze, then nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Time passes.

The sun fell completely from the west, and the mountains and forests were suddenly pitch black.

Until late at night, he finally left the tile house with a wooden sword in front of the tree, looking tired, but his eyes were extremely excited.

Lu Shen quietly looked at the other party's distant back.

He didn't look at the boy, but at the wooden sword at the boy's waist.

Because there is sword intent on the sword, it is surging and furious.

But more importantly, the feeling of attachment to the sword body made Lu Shen a little uncomfortable.

....

There is a wine shop in the east of the village, and there is a middle-aged sloppy man with a bored face lying in the wine shop.

The business here has always been very cold, because the wine here is too rough, and the man never cares about the business, the wine is often drunk enough, if there is left, it will be sold, and if there is no leftover, he will go to the town a few hundred meters away from the village to gamble money, and then come back after losing a lot, so the guests who often come are brushing their sleeves away, and for a long time, only a few kind neighbors will buy some wine to take care of the business.

No one knows where this middle-aged man who eats and waits for death comes from, and doesn't know what his name is.

In the whole village, there may only be something that stands at this moment and trots to the tree in front of the liquor store.

For a long time, Shuqian felt that this middle-aged man might also be an immortal.

Because eight years ago, the middle-aged uncle and the fairy who came a few days ago were strange, they all fell from the sky and smashed the entire cliff, but they are still alive and kicking.

"Look at Lao Tzu's dry hair?"

The sloppy man half-lying on the chair looked at the little ghost in front of him and asked impatiently.

He smiled in front of the tree, "Uncle, a few days ago, there was an immortal in the village, and he taught me a few swords yesterday." ”

The man was not interested in the slightest, and plucked his ears.

Shuqian hesitated for a moment and said, "I accidentally leaked that you taught me to practice swords." ”

The man didn't raise his head, and said lightly: "Clean up the house." ”

The tree smiled, nodded, and then skillfully picked up the broom and cleaned the wine shop.

Anyway, in these years, these little things have basically been done by him.

The middle-aged man looked at Erlang's legs, was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "Why did he teach you to practice swords?"

Shaking his head in front of the tree, he said, "I don't know, but he said..."

The man said impatiently: "If there is a fart, let it go." ”

Shuqian frowned and said: "I don't know why, he finally told me that the swordsmanship is mysterious, and it is only a sword." ”

The boy then scratched his head and sighed, "But I don't understand." ”

This is said to me. ”

The middle-aged man said lightly: "Heh, it's a big breath." ”

Tree-front's eyes widened, puzzled, "Why, he doesn't know you." ”

The middle-aged uncle glanced at him and suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Stop talking nonsense, show me what he taught you. ”

....

"Bullshit, this kind of swordsmanship doesn't look like a bit of momentum, even if the charm is enough, but it looks like a girl, what kind of avenue can it become?"

"Yo, this sword is kind of interesting, but it's so-so. ”

"Hey, tsk, shit, there's really a great character. ”

The middle-aged man changed his usual taciturn temperament and chattered in pieces.

The sword drill is over.

The middle-aged man was silent, and finally pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "The same path as the six sheep, the way of the sword is mysterious, but the peak of swordsmanship can be regarded as a truly unparalleled sword immortal." Taoism and Taoism, where did it come from, Lao Tzu's technique is naturally the truth. ”

Although Shuqian was very puzzled, he was not too surprised, as long as he talked about the sword, he could always arouse a lot of interest from the other party.

The middle-aged man suddenly slapped the table and shouted, "In front of the tree!"

The boy was frightened and said, "Here!"

"Look at your cowardice. ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I'll teach you a few tricks, and then you play in front of him."

In front of the tree, he said ignorantly: "Why?"

The man glared, "Show off, can't you?!"