"We Shushan people were born to practice swords. ”

An old monk in white rubbed the bald head of the child next to him dotingly, and taught him with a smile.

"We people in Shu were born to eat hot pot. The little boy learned the tone of the old monk, shaking his head, and having a clear eye.

The old monk smiled and looked at another boy in the distance, meditating on his knees, with a wooden sword in front of him.

"Grandpa, Shushan is a Taoist, why are you a monk. The little boy next to him took the old monk's hand and asked ignorantly.

The old monk smiled and said: "Whether it is a monk or a Taoist priest, they were born in Shushan, and they are all swordsmen. It's just that there are rules in this world, and the rule of a Taoist priest is to practice swords, and the rule of a monk is to use a staff. Of course, there are monks who use knives, sticks, and sticks, so you see, monks are not great. ”

"But monks don't use swords. The little bald head muttered, although he was bald, he was dressed as a scholar, but he was not a monk.

"But I don't want to play by the rules. The old monk said with a smile.

"Then what kind of monk are you going to be. ”

"Be a Taoist monk, be a monk and practice Zen. The old monk is practicing meditation. ”

"What Zen?"

"It lives up to the promise. ”

The boy scratched his head: "I don't understand." ”

"I hope you don't understand, and if you understand more, you will need to bear more. ”

The boy pointed to another boy meditating in the distance and asked, "What is my brother doing?"

"Nian Jian. ”

"Sword practice?"

"It's the sword. People in the world learn swords, first learn the sword in their hands, then learn the sword in their eyes, and finally have a sword in their hearts, and their minds are swords. Your brother is a natural swordsman, so learn the sword in your heart first. ”

"I don't understand, I still don't understand. ”

"I hope you don't understand. The old monk still said this, the little bald head didn't understand, and the old bald head was very happy.

"I'm also from Shushan, why don't I practice swords?"

This time the old monk didn't laugh, just sighed.

"It's not timely. ”

These three people, the elder brother is called Lu Dafu, and the younger brother is called Lu Dagui.

And that old monk is called Lu Zhengli.

Later generations will call it.

Six Sword Gods.

People in the world walk humanely.

Cultivation is successful, and he ascends to the Heavenly Dao.

If you can't cultivate, you fall into the Asura Path.

If you do not practice humanity, you will go to hell.

In this life, he will go to hell, and in the next life, he will be a hungry ghost, and his virtue will not be known, and he will enter the way of animals and animals.

Six sword gods, breaking reincarnation, abolishing cause and effect. In this life, people live up to this life.

There are seven peaks in Shu Mountain, and there are seven swords in the seven peaks.

Sword God Lu Zhengli, the head of the seven swords, the head of the seven peaks.

The name of the peak is Xiaofeng.

The name of the sword is Guangyuan.

Grandpa always said that Dagui was a natural swordsman, and he seemed to only have a sword in his eyes.

"Dagui, what are you looking at? Dafu asked.

"Sword. Dagui replied.

"So what are you thinking? Dafu asked again.

"Sword. Dagui still replied.

"Is the sword so fun? ”

"It's not fun. ”

"Then do you like swords? ”

"I don't like it. ”

"Then you still practice swords. ”

"Grandpa loved it. ”

"I don't like it. Dafu stretched out his hand and pulled out the wooden sword stuck between them, and threw it down the hill fiercely.

He didn't know why he didn't like it, whether he didn't like swords, or he didn't like his younger brother practicing swords.

Or, maybe they don't like to be expensive.

"Dagui, grandpa said that you are his preacher, and I am his preacher. But after all these years, what kind of sermon is he preaching, and what kind of sermon does he want me to preach? He is obviously a monk, and he clearly says that he has been practicing meditation all his life, and his cultivation has lived up to his success. What is it, how to live up to it. Grandpa always said that I wished I didn't understand, but I didn't want to. He said that you are the face, and I am the lizi. I know what face is, you are a natural swordsman, destined to inherit the mantle of your grandfather, and you will also be a sword god in the future, and it is only a matter of time before you become famous in the world. For as long as I can remember, you have been sitting here every day watching the sword, we are going down the mountain to turn the fate of you to watch the sword, when we go out to touch the fish, you are looking at the sword, I dig the mud, you look at the sword, I eat sugar gourd, you look at the sword, I Chinese New Year's Eve watch the sword at night, even my father and mother ......" his tone was stunned, as if something was blocking his chest, "Father and mother went to sea to visit immortals...... Well...... When I come back from visiting immortals, I don't want to see you like this. When are you going to see this broken sword?"

Dagui got up, although he was sitting on the mud floor, his linen clothes were spotless, and then his index finger and middle finger were together, and the other three fingers were bent and gently raised.

The sound of breaking the sky came from far and near, and the wooden sword that had fallen into the cliff returned with a swift wind, and suddenly hovered between the two. Then there was a crack on the wooden sword extending from the tip of the sword to the hilt, along the gap the sword light was revealed, and the cocoon was finally broken between the gaps, and the light skyrocketed so that people could not look directly, and Lu Dafu could also feel the fierce white light when he covered his eyes with both hands.

It wasn't until the sawdust flew that the sword was born.

The seven peaks of Shu Mountain all heard the golden sound, and it was actually the new king of the seven peaks and ten thousand swords.

"See the moment. Lu Dagui looked directly at the sword and said calmly.

On that day, Shushan announced to the world, and the head of the two generations of seven swords appeared.

His person, Lu Dagui.

Its sword, Ruiyu.

This year, Dafu Dagui was twelve years old.

After that, the old monk put away the prohibition of not seeing guests for many years and met the challenge of the world.

It's just that you have to fight Guangyuan and Ruiyu first.

No one can fight the light element, because no one can defeat Ruiyu.

That ridiculously cheesy name, only twelve years old, has been hailed as the eighth in the world of swordsmanship.

Until Lu Dafu was fourteen years old, there was an extra green robe in the mountain.

This man came down from the mountain and brought three taels of pig's blood.

Lu Dafu remembered that not long ago, he went down the mountain with his grandfather and passed by a butcher shop, and his grandfather stopped in front of the butcher shop for a long time without saying a word.

The middle-aged butcher laughed at the flower monk, chopped half a catty of the remaining fat and threw it into the Lu Zhengli bowl, and recklessly said, "It's not enough to come again." ”

The old monk bowed with one hand and said, "Enough is enough, if you don't come, you won't come." ”

At this time, the green robe hid in the room behind the butcher, snickering.

So on this day, the green-robed woman carried three taels of pig's blood to the mountain.

As the name suggests, Xiaofeng is more than 3,000 zhang high, reaching into the sky. The high places are covered with snow all year round, and the three of them only settle down on the low hills below the mountain.

Rao is like this, and the green robe also traveled for a long time before arriving.

The green-robed woman, fifteen years old, is not at all like the small jasper in the pork seller's house, with a pair of charming eyes that seduces the soul and the spring is infinite.

The first time Lu Dagui saw her, there was no sword in his eyes, and only she stayed.

A pool of autumn water, unable to extricate himself.

Lu Dagui asked her: "You can marry me." ”

The green robe smiled, and was charming.

"I only marry the first sword in the world. ”

So Lu Dagui picked up the sword again, and this time, the sword pointed at Guangyuan.

The old monk watched this scene in the room and sighed lightly.

"It's a calamity, and it's also a fate. ”

Lu Dafu cooked the pig's blood sent by the green robe, and his skills were skillful. Since he was ten years old, he has taken care of the meals of the three people in the mountains.

"This stinks and it's expensive. ”

The old monk turned his head and smiled at the young man with the same face and similar name, but he could only hide in the dark to make tea for the visitors.

"Only the rich can prove my way. ”

Then he pushed the door and came out, and the Guangyuan Stegosaurus, who was casually thrown next to the old clothes, groaned and flew out of its sheath and hung behind the monk.

"Two years ago, Dagui recited the sword for the first time, and sat quietly in the mountain for half a day that day, and then I asked him that it is not easy to practice, and after that, the road of kendo can only be walked alone. But what do you want, let grandpa do it for you.

"I thought he would learn the strongest sword of the old monk, or he wanted to taste the sugar gourd that you had been selling in front of him for ten years, even if he asked for this light yuan, the old monk could pass it on to him. But in the end, he said.

"I just ask my brother to ask, and my grandfather can tell my brother that my father and mother are visiting immortals, and my brother doesn't know that my father and mother have died.

"Grandpa knew that this promise was not acceptable, and he did not allow it, in exchange, he passed you two and a sword today.

"Its name is outliers. ”