The young man who walked out of the pool was clinging to his chest, dripping water flowing down his hair.

The young man in Tsing Yi, who had already sat down and ate rice with a bowl, waved his hand to wipe off the water stains on his body, and said with a smile: "The old-timers cook rice is a must, come and taste it." ”

Jiang Huai saw that his clothes changed from wet to comfortable in a blink of an eye, and he was amazed by his Taoism, clenched his fists, and after being soaked in the pool of water, he actually felt that he had grown at least one arm out of thin air.

The girl in the red dress stepped on broken steps, holding a bowl of rice and handing it to the young man, with a smile on her face, and her jade face was even more cute, "Brother, you eat." ”

Jiang Huai nodded and said "thank you", took the porcelain bowl and tasted it, feeling very strange, it is indeed a lot more delicious than the worldly rice, and it has a strong bamboo fragrance.

The old Taoist in Tsing Yi pinched the remaining rice grains at the corner of his mouth, threw them into his mouth, chirped, glanced at the young man in white with his residual vision, and said with a smile: "Listen to me, a criminal, you are going to Jianshan to get a sword on this trip, yes, the young man needs to have this vitality." ”

He turned to look at Chang Zizi, who was smiling hippie, with a solemn face, and snorted coldly, "As for you, after today, you will return to the Shangqing Sect to retreat and practice penance, and you are not allowed to go down the mountain without Jindan!"

The young man in Tsing Yi, who was still cooking non-stop, was immediately displeased when he heard this, and as for etiquette or something, he threw it out of the sea of clouds, and said angrily: "Why, I'm always at ease..."

It's just that before the young man finished speaking, the old Taoist waved his hand and sneered: "Okay, okay, and you are often comfortable acting like this, it is definitely not comfortable, since you are not comfortable and how to be comfortable, you will not change your tricks, maybe the old man is still willing to listen." You, just like the old man back then, cynical and self-proclaimed extremely talented, disdainful of those who only know hard work and dead cultivation, and even think that you are in the shackles and how to jump out of the shackles. ”

The old Taoist paused, and said melancholy: "But do you know that there is never a coincidence that a person's strength is strong, don't always think that you think." To put it mildly, you are now walking outside with the disciples of the sect master of the Shangqing Sect, instead of waiting for the old man to go out on a long trip, and others will respectfully say "This person is the teacher who is always at ease, and we need to respect him instead." ”

The old Taoist slowly stretched out his hand and patted the young man who was speechless, with a smile on his face, "If you want this robe, I will give it to you, but the old man only wants a name, can you give it to me too." ”

The young man was a little surprised by the big hand above his head, but did not move away, but turned his head and rubbed his eyes.

The old Taoist put away his hand and smiled: "Why, you have to be grateful for this little thing, crying bitterly? It's a bit different from your character."

The young man turned his head and his eyes were red and swollen, and he scolded with a smile: "There are stones in my eyes, I can't rub them!"

Mo Ziyou just ate quietly and didn't say a word, but the two little guys not only listened very seriously, but also asked, "Grandpa Mo, how can there be a stone in your eyes?"

The white-haired and white-bearded old man pursed his lips and sneered: "Some people are thin-skinned. ”

The old Taoist quickly observed the color of his beloved disciple's face with his peripheral eyes, and saw that there was no change, so he nodded, first of all, he had to learn to calm down.

But the next moment, the young man in Tsing Yi who was rubbing his eyes widened, stretched out his head and threatened: "I can not only hold stones in my eyes, but also a small carp and a big yellow dog, do you want to see it!"

The girl in the red dress held her face, and two lines of tears fell without crying, and her appearance was very pitiful.

The old Taoist raised his eyebrows, he knew that the old thing really felt sorry for the little girl in the red dress, this pool of spiritual water was completely prepared for her breakthrough, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry.

But Chang was comfortable with his hands on his sleeves, and although he was frightened by the sky-rushing sword intent that was about to burst into anger, he was not timid.

He shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "Jiang Huai, take it out." ”

The white-clothed young man who stood up rubbed his hands on his body, took out two strings of sugar gourds wrapped in yellow paper from the close-fitting void bag, held them up in front of the little girl, shook them and comforted him: "Don't cry, look what it is." ”

After the girl in the red dress who kept sobbing saw something, she kept clapping her hands happily, "Sugar gourd, it's sugar gourd." ”

She carefully took the sugar gourd and smiled very happily, "Brother, you are really a good person." ”

She grimaced at the young man in Tsing Yi again and stuck out her tongue, "You are a bad person." ”

The young man in white moved his steps and handed the other string to the little fat man who was very nervous with shiny eyes but his hands were entangled, and said with a smile: "This is yours." ”

The chubby boy named Xiao Huang pointed at himself in disbelief, "This is mine?"

After the latter nodded, it was just a string of ordinary sugar gourds that could no longer be ordinary and could not be ordinary in the hands of the little fat man, but they were as heavy as a mountain.

He slowly opened the candy wrapper, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it for a long time before sticking out his tongue and licking it gently, and suddenly he started crying.

With tears in his eyes, his words were slurred, and he muttered, "It's sweet, it's sweet." ”

Jiang Huai didn't tell him that under the sweetness was sour, just like the little girl in the red dress who only likes to eat the sugar skin on the surface, in his opinion, these should be right.

Soon after leaving home, he grew a lot taller, and his appearance was even more handsome and resolute, looking at the slightly chubby boy in front of him, he actually recalled that he had just bought a bunch of sugar gourds and handed him his playmate stone after only one bite.

He said that the thing was too bitter, and it was pleasant to eat without meat buns, so it was better to give it to you if he threw it away and felt distressed.

The boy ate the sugar gourd for the first time in his life, and it was the only time, but when he took a bite, not only did he not rejoice because of his thoughts, but he also shed tears on his face.

Since then, he has sworn that no matter how he lives in the future, no matter who he becomes, if he wants to make the stone and the Wang Aunt and even his husband feel a little sad, he really doesn't deserve to live in this world.

So the young man was impulsive to Mr. Yu to argue and regret it.

Why because after reading a book, you want to protect the peace of the people, you have to be selfless, and you have to sacrifice yourself for others, and the young man has never had this kind of thought.

Just for the sake of a sentence why!

Why do I have nothing to do with you, when you are in danger, I need to help, and why would I rather suffer myself and think about others everywhere, in the end it is just a useless "thank you".

But the first time the young man's heart changed in order was to meet the naivety of breaking the temple, even if he knew that the other party was just a little civet cat, but he felt that if he had a good heart like that, he would suffer from the injustice of the world, something was wrong, and he couldn't say it, so although he was definitely not the opponent of that person and might die, he still stood up and stood in front of him.

It is precisely because of this that the young man knew that the Wang family might be in charge of the Sifang City, although he did not really help, he still pretended to pass by to help some small favors.

Even today, I saw it again again, like the little boy who burst into tears just because he ate a bite of sugar gourd.

He thought he might be able to do better in the future.

This is a very young scholar in white, looking up into the distance.

He wanted to say out loud to those people that he had not only learned a lot of strange characters, but also learned to drink, and that he might become a sword immortal.

The small green bamboo building is exceptionally quiet outside.

Not only the young man in Tsing Yi who was not laughing, but even the old Daoist of the Eight Realms Out of Body Realm and the Seven Realms Yuan Infant Sword Cultivator were all full of shock, and more of them were appreciative.

The white-clothed young man's whole body was shining, and there was a dragon roaring and a lion roaring with him.

And the eight hundred zhang haoran qi in the young man's body converged and condensed in an instant, and the mist was entangled, leaving only more than seven hundred zhang.

But the aura of Haoran in it is also more precipitated and thicker, and it is more powerful and powerful.

It is said that the three realms of Confucianism accept the qi realm, and the qi mansion opened up is broad, which determines the level of its future cultivation, but the longer the qi mansion is, the more boundless it is, and the more it wants to condense little by little, it finally turns into a literary courage and goes straight into the five realms of literary courage, and the difficulty is also constantly improving.

Just like the Taoist Four Realms, One Hundred and Eight Realms and Five Realms Qi and Sea Realms are also laying the foundation for the Six Realms Jindan Realm.

But the 800 zhang qi mansion directly condensed a hundred zhang, this kind of thing can only be done when encountering a great opportunity, but this is just a gift of two strings of sugar gourds to get such a reward.

Chang Zizi complained: "I'm not at ease at all now!"

Mo Ziyou, the old man with crane hair, nodded and said: " Since you have the grace of giving away, then I will tell you a little secret, too simple roads can never take you to the place you want to go to, the same is true of that sword mountain, if you are not fully prepared, even if you go to the Pingtian Sword Palace, don't try to climb the mountain, although your qualifications are indeed very high, you may just stand there and let ten thousand swords go together, but those swords of the mountain are all arrogant, and ordinary geniuses may really not look down on it, and there is only one chance to go up the mountain, go up the mountain and then go down the mountain, and the door will never be with you。 ”

Jiang Huai clenched his fists, "Thank you seniors for mentioning it." ”

Mo Ziyou rubbed the head of the little girl in the red dress, raised his head with some interest and asked, "Do you really want to hold the sword?"

After that, without waiting for the young man to answer, he took out a silver-white three-foot long sword from his cuff, and its hilt was engraved with the word "Qingfeng".

The old man threw the sword on the ground with one hand, and said indifferently: "Although this sword is only a magic weapon of the lower grade of the earth, it is very suitable for you as a young sword, and the sword qi you wield when you merge the Haoran Qi into it will be even more powerful, like cutting the wind." ”

He paused and continued: "Do you have any Chongyang Kingdom Golden Xuan Paper, if so, you only need to take out one and write your name on it, you can take this sword, how do you feel?" ”

The old Taoist in Tsing Yi said angrily: "You dog thing didn't do this business." ”

Although a piece of golden rice paper is cheaper than a magic weapon under the ladder, it is good to write down ordinary characters, if you write your own name, and when the writer climbs to a very high realm, that golden rice paper will also be contaminated with its edge, with incredible power.

Someone once had a saint's own name, and before he died, he put it on top of a mountain, and when he closed his eyes, there was one less mountain in the world.

The young man shook his head and said, "Yes, yes, but I can't write." ”

The old man smiled directly and threw out the long sword casually, "Take it, just when you owe me one, just send it to me when you have the ability." ”

The young man caught the long sword engraved with the word Qingfeng, weighed it, and waved it downward, and there was a slight sound of breaking the wind.

The young man asked, "Is such a sword really enough?"

Mo Ziyou laughed heartily, "Enough, enough." ”

The young man held the breeze, raised his eyes to look into the distance, held the sword in both hands and put on an extremely awkward posture, and muttered, "Is this the case with sword cultivation?!"