Spring rain falls.

Qingqi Gu wine.

Pear blossoms bloom overnight.

Ning Shi was wearing a straw hat, with a green bellflower in the corner of his mouth, pouting, and his feet were not too big and kept kicking the gravel on the road. Meng Bajiu was dressed in white, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and walked behind Ning Shi.

"You're only thirteen years old, and you can't eat too many sweets. ”

"Humph!"

"If you eat too much, you will gain weight, and you will not be a handsome young man. ”

"Humph!"

"Auntie didn't mean to throw away your hawthorn, look at this tooth, it's starting to grow worms. ”

"Do you remember that it was my hawthorn!" Ning Shi stopped and glared at Meng Bajiu viciously, "Auntie, I just love to eat hawthorn, is it too much?

"I ......"

"Auntie, are you going to say again, this is the rule of our Sword Gate? Eat nine thousand swords, and drive a crane to become an immortal! Do you believe this kind of deceptive nonsense?"

"But this is the ancestral teaching. ”

"The ancestral training is also set by people, unless the ancestors of our Sword Sect are not people. ”

Half-loud and speechless.

Meng Bajiu sighed, and pressed the umbrella page of the oil-paper umbrella downward: "Auntie, let's bake a sweet potato for you, don't go hungry, I have walked for so long, my feet must be blistered, rest for a while, rest for a while." ”

Firing.

Planing pits.

Roasted sweet potatoes.

Coherent.

Who would have thought that Mr. Nine of the Sword Gate, as well as the unique skill of cooking, if a cultivator saw this scene, he was afraid that his jaw would drop in shock.

Meng Bajiu quickly took a few golden roasted sweet potatoes and prepared to hand them to Ning Shi for peace, children, they always have to be coaxed. But before she could speak, Ning Shi snatched the sweet potato, opened his mouth and bit it down directly.

"Be careful!"

Meng Bajiu exclaimed, and then saw that the freshly roasted sweet potato had already scalded Ning Shi out of tears.

"Freshly roasted sweet potatoes, very hot. Meng Bajiu couldn't help but smile and said, "You shouldn't know, right?"

Ning Shi doesn't look at his young age, his temper is very stubborn, and his self-esteem is strong, how can he admit that it was his own mistake.

Burning lips can't even admit it.

With tears in his eyes, he said, "I...... Okay, the sweet potatoes you roast are not hot at all. ”

Meng Bajiu trembled when he heard Ning Shi's voice, and quickly turned around deliberately, pretending to sort out the dust on his clothes.

Sure enough.

As soon as Meng Bajiu turned around, Ning Shi immediately stuck out his tongue, inhaled the cool air in a big gulp, and thought to himself: "It's really hot, it's really hot, it's burning to death." ”

Meng Bajiu, as a sword-eater of the Sword Sect's generation, a bull-eared person in the sword cultivation, how could he not hear the movement behind him, and finally couldn't help laughing.

This laughter hurt Ning Shi very much, his little nose snorted, and he suddenly picked up the steaming roasted sweet potato, closed his eyes, and swallowed it in three bites.

Soft in the mouth.

First-line larynx.

Thrilling to death.

The climate of the mountains is treacherous, the front mountain is cloudy and rainy, and the back mountain is sunny.

The scorching sun of the afternoon is not suitable for traveling.

Ning Shi and his aunt lay side by side in the shade of the old locust tree, behind them were the mountains with peaks and peaks, with young eagles spreading their wings and circling overhead, spring grass had already sprouted, and all kinds of small beasts shuttled between the trees and mountains from time to time.

"Over this mountain, there is Luoyang, I heard that there is a Chuntang Sword Club. Meng Bajiu's voice was a little excited, which was very inconsistent with her cold appearance.

"Fight again?" Ning Shi wore a straw hat over his face.

"It's not a fight, it's a sword fight. Meng Bajiu licked his lips.

"Compare swords, I think it's eating swords, you think about such a thing every day, don't you get tired of it?" Ning Shi asked.

"In the past 1,200 years, there have been book immortals, demon immortals, and sword immortals in the Four Seas Divine Prefecture, but there has never been a single sword immortal, and my aunt is ready to do this. ”

"It's beautiful to think about. "Ning Shi is very mature when he speaks at a young age.

"It's not that my aunt wants to be beautiful, it's that my aunt is attentive enough and eats swords with all her heart, so she has the opportunity to become this wish, and her name will go down through the ages, and the real name will go down through the ages. Meng Bajiu said beautifully.

"Auntie, you're not an immortal yet, don't daydream. Ning Shi scoffed.

"Soon, soon, I've calculated everything, this Chuntang Sword Meeting, as long as you find three famous swords, you can make up the number, it's amazing." While you still have time, learn sword from me, don't call me aunt, call master. As long as you enter the Sword Gate, you are a disciple of the Sword Immortal, walking the rivers and lakes, mentioning the name of the master, who dares to disagree. Meng Bajiu's words were full of excitement and expectation.

"Don't learn. Ning Shi tilted his head and looked at Meng Bajiu, "I still like to call my aunt." ”

"What's the use of liking it, after I ascend, who will protect you, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and people's hearts are unpredictable. Meng Bajiu spoke earnestly and persuasively.

"You also know that the rivers and lakes are sinister, so don't call me an apprentice in front of others. In order to become an immortal, you have eaten nine thousand nine swords, how many people's sword hearts have been broken, and how many people's dreams of the rivers and lakes have been ruined, this is all mortal enemies, and I can't afford to pay it back. "Ning ten people are big ghosts, full of resentment.

"That's why I have to learn the sword, who will seek revenge, and serve with a sword. Meng Bajiu stretched out his green jade finger and gestured twice in midair.

There is a sword aura.

Refers to the green snake.

In the evening, the scorching sun finally calmed down and the light softened. The soles of Ning Shi's feet were still blistered in the end, and it hurt to drill his heart, and he would definitely not be able to walk, so he could only let Meng Bajiu carry it.

Sunset.

In the official road.

Ning Shi sat on his aunt's neck, his hands on his cheeks, his elbows resting on both sides of Meng Bajiu's shoulders, and his chin resting on the top of her head, stunned.

"Auntie, have you ever been to Luoyang?"

"Of course I've been there, and the first time I went, I ate nineteen swords, crunchy. ”

"Can we not mention the sword?"

"And what do you want to mention?"

"I heard that there is a rouge shop in Luoyang, and I heard that the hawthorn in Luoyang is particularly sweet, and it is said that there are also candied fruits. I want to eat the roast duck of the Peony Building, I want to drink the Guanyin tea of the Sanwei Opera Garden, and I want to go to the night market, guess the lantern riddles, and take the flower boat. By the way, by the way, there is also the Qinglou, I haven't been to the Qinglou, auntie, you must ......"

"Everything else is fine, not Qinglou. Meng Bajiu's head was full of black lines.

"Then my aunt will accompany me to see what the kiln looks like. Ning Shi retreated to the second.

"Neither will this one. Meng Bajiu was very confused, "Stinky boy, where did you learn all this mess." ”

"It's in the book. Ning said arrogantly.

"Don't read those books in the future, learning swords is the right way. Meng Bajiu gritted his teeth and warned.

"The saint cultivates the book, and the reckless man learns the sword. Ning Shi patted Meng Bajiu's head, "My aunt was born so beautiful, why do you have to be a reckless man, I can't figure it out." ”

"I am reckless with your uncle, I love to learn but not to learn. Meng Bajiu gave up.

"Auntie, you're swearing. ”

All the way.

Say it all the way.

Ning Shi was never tired of this, anyway, there were 100,000 in his little brain: "Auntie, why did you name me Ning Shi?"

"Is it because eight or nine are not far from ten?"

As soon as he finished asking, as soon as he raised his head, a huge city appeared in front of his vision, and the black pressure could not be seen, Ning Shi, who was riding on Meng Bajiu's neck, stiffened his body, his eyes widened, and he muttered: "Is this the first city in the world?"