Thinking that Duan Baosheng, who may only come to Salu Mountain once in his life, since the old way is so squeezed, he has been cheeky to go up the mountain, of course, he will not leave in a bad mood because of a few words of the old way Huang Ling, or stay on the mountain with a dead face, anyway, he will be where Chi Chongfeng and Han Douer are, and this kind of scoundrel can't be hungry.

At this time, he was instigating Han Dou'er to take him to Qiushui Peak to watch the hanging Qiushui Sword.

Han Dou'er didn't agree, Chi Chongfeng also shook his head, Duan Baosheng, who was weak, was curious and curious, and he wouldn't go alone.

For some reason, Han Dou'er and the others still live in Chiji Peak, and Chi Chongfeng thought that the maple leaves would be red in the coming year before going down the mountain.

Duan Baosheng had to fight for a few words, but there was food and drink on the mountain, if he really went down the mountain, eating her and drinking hers, he would definitely be called as a villain again, so he didn't say anything.

Han Dou'er was so annoyed by his chatter that she had no choice but to cast a look at Chi Chongfeng for help.

The old Taoist Huang Ling ignored his precious apprentice after accepting the apprentice, and now he doesn't know where he is, and he only sees people when he eats every day.

Crash......

The old Dao lying on the beam of the house slid down on the tile ditch, and was about to fall off the eaves, Chi Chongfeng thought that the old Dao had his own magical powers, and he would definitely not fall on the stone slab, she didn't move, Han Dou'er also thought that the master was the top three people on the Salu Mountain, how could he sleep wrong? Duan Baosheng wished that the bull's nose with a broken mouth fell down, so he naturally didn't move.

Bang......

The only remaining Taoist real person in Salu Mountain, the old Taoist Huang Lingzhen fell firmly to the stone slab, ouch, the old Taoist who was in pain slowly woke up, and said: "I can't go to this Salu Mountain, why do you want to go to that Qiushui Peak?"

After Lao Dao finished speaking, he got up, held his buttocks, and pulled Han Douer limping down the mountain.

The old road to Chiji Peak only takes one step.

Han Dou'er followed the master down the Chiji Peak, and then went up to the Suyang Peak where the master was, the mountain road was dilapidated, many stone slabs were washed crooked by the rain, and the thorns on both sides covered the mountain road and no one cleaned it.

Han Dou'er couldn't help but ask, "Master, it's time to repair this road." ”

Huang Ling, who was pulling the thorns, said: "I should have repaired it when I came, but it's okay to leave after all these years!"

Han Dou'er heard Master say this, thinking about how many years Master hadn't been to Suyang Peak, but he still asked, "Master, how many years have you been here Suyang Peak?"

Huang Ling stretched out two fingers, and Han Dou'er guessed: "Two years?"

Huang Ling rolled her eyes and shook those two fingers again, and Han Dou'er guessed again: "Twenty years? ”

Huang Ling said angrily: "Two Jiazi." ”

Han Dou'er looked at Master with strange eyes, "Master, you said that this road should have been repaired before, but you didn't repair it?"

Lao Dao touched his nose and looked embarrassed, "I don't walk this road a few times a year, so I'm too lazy to repair it." ”

"Master, you have such a temperament!"

Han Douer was speechless.

When he arrived at the mountainside, there was a thatched hut, Han Dou'er didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that it must be the disciples of other peaks thinking that the master was old, so he came to build it for him, so that he could have a place to rest in the shade when he went up and down the mountain.

Huang Ling passed by the thatched hut and did not rest, and took Han Douer directly up the mountain.

Looking at the dilapidated Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, no matter how good Han Dou'er was, he couldn't help but want to scold his mother, what kind of Taoist temple is this? This is the City God's Temple where the scholars who are rushing to take the exam in the fox story rest! The cold wind gusted, and Han Dou'er, who shivered, had a hint of "this is Chengyin Peak".

The old Taoist priest Huang Ling didn't even bother to pull the spider silk, and bent down directly from below, Han Dou'er couldn't stand it, so he ran to pick a branch with leaves, and pulled the spider silk on the beams all the way, the old Taoist priest Huang Ling simply walked behind Han Dou'er, and praised in his mouth: "The apprentice is really diligent!"

Subjectively, Lao Jun was covered in thick dust, Han Douer touched it with his thumb, only to know that this was the clay sculpture gold Taoist Laojun, Han Douer couldn't help but blow the dust on Jin's body, the dust went into the stomachs of the master and apprentice, Lao Dao bent down and coughed a few times, Han Douer patted him on the back, and his hands hurt.

Looking at this dilapidated Taoist temple, Han Dou'er asked, "Master, don't you live in the temple on weekdays?"

Lao Dao shook his head and replied, "No." ”

"Why?" Han Dou'er was very curious, where to live here, do you still live in a thatched hut on the mountainside, what if it rains?

Huang Ling still whispered mysteriously: "You are my good apprentice, it doesn't hurt to talk to you, but you must not say it?"

After Han Dou'er nodded and reassured, Huang Ling said: "It's not that Master doesn't want to live here, but this huge Taoist temple, Master is alone every day, and it's empty, Master might as well go to other peaks to eat and live." ”

Han Dou'er felt that what the master said was very reasonable, and it was really difficult for such a large Taoist temple to live alone.

I heard Master continue: "Besides, Master's lazy temperament, such a big place, can't be cleaned, and it will inevitably fall a lot of dust after a long time, so it will be even more unlivable." ”

Han Dou'er comforted: "Master, don't worry, now it's our master and apprentice, and the two of us will clean together!"

Huang Ling showed a frightened expression, and shirked: "Cultivation is important to cultivate every day, cleaning this kind of thing for a day will not delay the cultivation? ”

Han Dou'er thought to herself that Master's cultivation was really profound, and he felt the same way when he came.

Since Master said that he couldn't live on the mountain, Han Dou'er forgot to ask where Master lived just now, and then he remembered and asked, "Then Master, where do you usually live?"

Lao Dao stroked his beard and said: "Master, I drink the rootless water of the sky and dew, eat the essence of the sun and the moon at night, and the two Jiazi of the cultivation do not dare to slack off, and there is no fixed place to live." ”

Listening to the master's endless bragging, Han Dou'er said coldly: "Still pretending?"

The old Taoist priest instantly broke his skills and replied embarrassedly: "That thatched hut on the mountainside?"

Han Dou'er asked, "Ah, what about the rain?"

The old Taoist priest was not a little embarrassed in the face of the disciples, and said: "When it rains, I will go to the nearest Chiji Peak Temple to take shelter from the rain, don't say it, the incense in that view is really hot, and the robe will dry after a while, but the incense candle smoke the eyes are uncomfortable, and the tears are sighing." ”

Looking at the broken Taoist temple on the peak, Han Douer insisted on seeing the thatched hut where the master lived, the old Taoist priest Huang Ling saw that he couldn't help it, and took Han Douer down the mountain, the old Taoist took the lead in getting into his thatched house, Han Douer followed up the house only to feel a smell of sweat coming to his nose, and he quickly covered his mouth and nose.

Huang Ling took a few sips vigorously and said, "The taste is indeed a little big, but don't worry." As he spoke, he dragged out a pottery altar from under the bed, and there was still some water on the altar, Lao Dao opened the lid of the altar, scooped out a spoonful of stinky tofu with a wooden spoon with his sleeves, and took a deep breath, shaking his head slightly and enjoying it.

The smell of stinky tofu only touched Han Dou'er's internal organs, and Han Dou'er, who was about to suffocate, escaped from the hut and gasped for breath on his knees.

The master didn't laugh at him, and he didn't know where to take out a rusty broken sword.

Lao Dao tightened his belt and prepared to fight with his broken sword.

Han Dou'er asked curiously, "Master, what are you doing here?"

Huang Ling touched the blade of the broken sword with the thumb of his left hand, it seemed to be too blunt, he was not very satisfied, but he didn't see the whetstone when he looked left and right, so he could only use it, and replied: "I know you don't like the smell in Master's house, it will take a while for the Taoist Temple on the mountain to be cleaned up, and besides, you are not as thick-skinned as Master, and you will definitely be embarrassed to live in Chiji Peak for a long time." So Master will help you build a hut. ”

Han Dou'er replied: "Indeed, I still need the master to teach me well in this aspect of face!"

The beard on Lao Dao's lips twitched unconsciously, and without saying anything, he went to cut down the tree.

Only then did Han Dou'er notice that Master's left index finger was missing, and he asked curiously, "Master, Master, your finger is missing, will it be wrong when you pinch your finger to measure?"

Huang Ling replied: "You can ask your Uncle Qinghui about this, he was like a treasure for my bad things at that time." ”

Han Dou'er smiled: "That's really good!"

Lao Dao also said while cutting down the tree: "Yes, at the beginning, I was wrong when I counted, and when I was thinking about my fingers, I forgot about Jiazi, and I was laughed at by my senior brother at that time." ”

Seeing that Master patronized and talked, forgetting to cut down the tree, Han Dou'er asked: "Master, we used to have a Yang Daxian, when he did things for others, he always held a copper bell in his left hand and a peach wood sword in his right hand. ”

Huang Ling said: "Master, I haven't gone down the mountain to walk outside since I went up the mountain, and my master hasn't taught me how to do things. ”

The master wanted to know about the things that went down the mountain, and Han Dou'er readily agreed, thinking that if he hadn't done things for a long time, he would forget about it after a long time, and he wouldn't be able to tell the master at that time, Han Dou'er said, "I'll tell you in a few days." ”

The house is set up on the top of the mountain, but the meal still has to be eaten on the Chiji Peak, if those teachers and nephews like it, they will eat more, and if those teachers and nephews don't like it, they will also eat more by relying on the old and selling the old land.

After chopping a few arm-thick tree trunks, when it was time to eat, Huang Ling took Han Dou'er to Chiji Peak.

Huang Ling, who was afraid that his apprentice would be hungry, came early, and it was still early before he could eat, and there were still two hours before it was time to eat.

Duan Baosheng nagged: "Han Dou, do you remember Qiushui Peak's Hanging Sword Qiushui?"

Han Dou'er nodded.

Duan Baosheng said with a smile: "That's the sword left by the ancestor of Salu Mountain, since you kid is cultivating in Salu Mountain, shouldn't you go and see the ancestor sword?"

Han Dou'er listened to Duan Baosheng's words, and wanted to go and see it, so she threw a look at Chi Chongfeng and asked her sister if she could go.

Chi Chongfeng smiled: "Go, if something happens, your master will take it." ”

Han Douer simply agreed to Duan Baosheng's request and took him to Qiushui Peak, Lao Dao was not worried that his beloved disciples were walking around on the mountain, so he walked in front of him to open the way!

Qiushui Peak is not so much a mountain peak, but actually a group of peaks without strict peaks, the mountains are lush with forests, and the huge crater on the top of the mountain is actually magma, snoring outwards and gradually piling up the mountain higher and higher.

Fu Jian Qiushui stood in the magma, his whole body was scarlet, and Duan Baosheng said in amazement: "In another eight hundred years, Qiushui Peak is afraid that it will be on a par with Dao Peak." ”

Chi Chongfeng said with a smile: "There is another old way that ignores cause and effect. ”

Looking at the surprised expressions of the three of them, Huang Ling felt indescribably comfortable in his heart, and said proudly: "My Taoist No. 1 Fu Sword has been standing here for a thousand years. ”

Chi Chongfeng sneered: "It's not a weapon, it's been so long, and I haven't looked for a reincarnated ancestor master." ”

Han Dou'er didn't speak, she stretched out her hand to hold it, Qiushui Changfeng was already in her hands, Chi Chongfeng and Duan Baosheng opened their mouths wide, staring at Han Dou'er with incredible eyes, the identity of this kid is not simple?

Huang Ling was not surprised, thinking that he was actually teaching Master Zu!

Han Dou'er looked down at the Qiushui Sword that had cooled from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and said softly, "It was originally mine." ”

Han Dou'er lifted his sword and went down to Qiushui Peak, and no less than a thousand Taoist priests gathered on the mountainside, all looking up to admire the demeanor of the ancestor master, Han Dou'er, who had lost that fairy spirit, was a child in the end, and ran back to Chi Chongfeng's back timidly.