Ten miles of long slopes, small rivers flow, twists and turns, green grass on both banks.

In the distance, there are 10,000 acres of paddy fields, egrets singing, a quiet pastoral scenery.

The tail of the ox flicked, and the shepherd boy rode upside down on the back of the big green ox, with a flute in his hand, and cut it with his own hands, which was quite rough.

But there is moving music flowing from the fingers and the corners of the mouth, flowing like a spring, and the joy is in the ears.

Chirp......

Singing happily, the lively birds were attracted by the rhythm, like a hundred birds towards the phoenix, fluttering their wings, worshipping around the shepherd boy, and chirping non-stop.

At the end of the song, they will affectionately fall on the shoulders, heads, and palms of the shepherd boys......

"Go, go, go! I believe in your evil, and pull me by the shoulder every time,......" The shepherd boy took the bamboo flute and forcibly drove away the reluctant birds, his face full of bad luck.

The sun is high.

He simply let go of the rope and let the cow soak in the river by himself, but he ran to the shade of the tree, covered his face with a straw hat, and fell asleep in a few moments.

He slept so soundly that he didn't know what he dreamed about, laughing from under his straw hat and snorting from time to time.

"Dongpo elbow, kung pao chicken, squirrel and fish...... Wow, fragrant, so fragrant!"

"Ah, cut ......" But before the aroma of the food came, there was an inexplicable smell of blood.

Bellow......

A low roar.

The shepherd boy woke up, turned over and looked, and immediately saw a figure hanging from the mouth of the big green ox and coming from the top of the river.

The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, which was already tattered and covered in blood.

Although he has fallen into a deep coma, there is still a lingering qi on his body, which is thick and abnormal, and no one should enter it.

"Troublesome, or the most troublesome Jianghu people!" the shepherd boy covered his forehead and let out a long sigh.

But seeing that the big green cow kept roaring, he could only helplessly greet him, and helped the man to take a look, but saw a vicissitudes of life with a thick black beard on his face, his eyes were wide open, only the tip of his nose still had a trace of breath, more breath out, less inhalation.

"What a serious injury, there is only one line left in life!" the shepherd boy skillfully opened the old man's eyelids, checked the pulse side points, and checked the injury...... One set of actions in one go.

He suddenly showed a painful expression, but he still carefully took out a small green gourd from his arms, opened the mouth of the gourd and poured out a purple pill from it.

When the pill is spread out in his hand, there is a strange fragrance escaping, which is not strong, but it is clear and tangy, waving but not dissipating.

Buzz Buzz......

Butterflies and bees are attracted.

The shepherd boy didn't think much about it, pried open Lao Dao's closed teeth, and stuffed the pill into his mouth, which melted in his mouth.

After a while, Lao Dao's pale face became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breath gradually stabilized.

"Old Dao, old Dao, a resurrection pill saved your life, I hope you don't cause me big trouble!"

He put the old way on the back of the green ox and walked away.

......

"Where is this?" snorted in a deep coma.

Lao Dao's eyes suddenly opened, like a flash of lightning, and the void room turned white.

He abruptly got up and found himself lying in a grass hut, with a table, a chair, a pot, a bowl...... The equipment is simple.

In the simple furnishings, the layout of the furnishings is in line with the true meaning, but it has a simple charm.

The old Dao's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he couldn't help but think.

Which hermit master lives here?

Bang Bang Bang ......

A unique chorus of muscles and bones, with a unique demonic rhythm, made him unconsciously itch between his bones.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight......

2234, 5678......

Three-two-three-four, five-six-seven-eight......

......

"What's that sound?"

Lao Dao secretly felt strange, and he supported himself to get up, which was strange again.

Others didn't know, but he knew that his injuries were so serious, and the meridians all over his body were destroyed under the punch that exterminated sentient beings, and his true qi was chaotic, twisting his body into a pulp.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have died immediately.

Only by relying on the strong physique of the innate grandmaster has he been able to survive until now.

But I don't know who rescued him, and what kind of mysterious means were used, the injuries in his body have gradually stabilized, and the meridians have been renewed.

He couldn't think for a while, what kind of master has such means?

How have I never heard of it on the rivers and lakes!

Lao Dao walked out of the window and took a look, unexpectedly, he didn't see any fairy wind bones, only a short body on the lawn in front of the door, stretching his waist, raising his hands and kicking his legs, bending over and spinning...... The moves are simple, but there is a unique rhythm that drives the flow of qi and blood in the human body.

Move in place!

Stretch the meridians!

Open your chest and pull your back!

......

Every move, accompanied by the rhythm, contains the true meaning of martial arts.

The old Dao's eyes flashed, and with his cultivation, he naturally saw much more than ordinary people.

Under his gaze, he saw that the blood of a little shepherd boy was as turbulent as an ancient beast, like a big river, flowing more than once, flowing soundly, blood and blood rising, and there was heat rising out of his body, and the surrounding temperature rose suddenly, like the sun in the sky!

There was a crackling sound between the bones, like a tiger roaring and a leopard roaring, and the sound shook like thunder.

I Ching cut the marrow, tiger and leopard thunder!

Lao Dao was stunned for a while.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that only the Shaolin Temple passed down by Bodhidharma has such a miraculous skill to change the innate root bones the day after tomorrow, but I didn't expect another one to appear here, will it be created by a master who lives in seclusion here?

It's really a blessing!

A set of divine skills, a total of nine styles.

After repeated drills, he could clearly see that the shepherd boy's pure body was like a piece of jade quenched in the furnace fire with the last trace of impurities, turning into a flawless jade that shocked the world.

What a miracle!

What a genius?

The old Taoist acquisition is the inheritance of true martial arts, the vision is high, and it is also the first class in the rivers and lakes, and at this time, I can't help but sigh secretly.

is not only for the magic skill of the I Ching, but also for the shepherd boy's qualifications, the bones are amazed, it is really a martial arts wizard born in ten thousand!

Every move is in line with the true meaning of martial arts, and the martial arts are performed with the avenue, and they tend to reach the realm of gods.

It was only rumored in the rivers and lakes before, and no one had ever seen it.

Lao Dao has always regarded it as nonsense, but he didn't expect that he would be lucky enough to live three lives today, but he could see it with his own eyes.

"You're awake!" After finishing the work, the shepherd boy turned around, as if he was not surprised, he had already noticed the existence of Lao Dao.

"Your injuries are not healed, you must take two more Rejuvenation Pills to make up the number of three births and all things!" The shepherd boy walked to the stove and lifted the lid, only to see a pot of fragrant purple medicinal paste steaming in the big iron pot.

With both hands, he skillfully placed the paste in the wooden mold, pressed out the balls, and handed one over.

This pill ......

Lao Dao took out one, just smelling it on his nose, it shocked people's spirits.

Honeysuckle, seven-leaf flower, toad root, mountain leek, white grass root...... They are all some ordinary folk herbs, but after some wonderful refining techniques, ordinary medicinal power is combined together, and it produces a certain effect of turning decay into magic, turning stones into gold, and refining medicine into pills!

looked at the big black iron pot, but Lao Dao's face was complicated and indescribable.

Such a miracle medicine is from ......

As soon as he tilted his head and took a mouth, his senses immediately changed.

The elixir melted in the mouth, turning into a boiling stream of heat, surging all over the body, moistening every piece of dead flesh, meridians, and bones, and rejuvenating it.

Dan, as his name suggests, can really be brought back to life.

"Doll, where is your master? I should thank you personally!" Lao Dao opened his eyes and couldn't help but be grateful.

"Master?" the shepherd boy smiled strangely, "I don't have a master!"

"What, there is no master?" Lao Dao was immediately surprised when he heard this, there was still a lingering medicinal fragrance in his hand, and the exquisite magic skills that this shepherd boy had practiced before were still vividly remembered.

Is this all ......

"This time the Birth Pill was refined by you, what is the matter with the magic skill that you practiced just now?" he couldn't hold back the characterization of cultivating for most of his life, and couldn't help but ask.

"Don't say it, don't say it!" The shepherd boy shook his head, but he stuffed the remaining pill in one go, and said with a disgusted face: "You old way, master, I am kind enough to save your life." You still ask questions, go, go!"

Lao Dao looked at the still hot pill that had just been fished out in his hand, and suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

He still doesn't understand where the human spirit is, where is this unspeakable, it is clear that this shepherd boy does not want to tell himself.

Lao Dao was not only not annoyed, but was pleasantly surprised.

Such a genius from the sky, he is still helpless, he just hasn't seen it, if he sees it, how can he let it go, otherwise wouldn't he regret it?

What's more, this shepherd boy is even more life-saving to himself, and no matter how he repays it, it is not an exaggeration.

In fact, with his qualifications, if it reaches the ears of all factions in the rivers and lakes, he will be included in the sect at all costs, and he will be regarded as a true disciple who will continue the fortune of the sect for a hundred years, even a thousand years, or ten thousand years, and establish a foundation for all generations.

Thinking of this, Lao Dao's heart became more and more urgent, but on the surface, he didn't move, sitting cross-legged, his hands hanging lightly, "Little doll, I'm sorry, it's Lao Dao who is abrupt." I don't know where your parents are, I want to thank you in person!"

"Dead!" the shepherd boy flashed with a faint light.

"Is that so?" Lao Dao's tone was slightly low, and he glanced up and down at the shepherd boy, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

You old glass!

Under his gaze, as if his clothes had been ripped off, the shepherd boy's body couldn't help but tense, and he scolded in his heart.

Jianghu people, grudges and vendettas, it is trouble, I should not have been soft-hearted to save him if I knew it.

"What do you want to do, old man?" he said, wary.

"Little doll, where did you think of it! You have a great life-saving grace to me, how can the old Taoist take revenge!" Lao Dao laughed, and his words changed, "Little doll, you are alone, you have nothing to worry about, why don't you worship Lao Dao as a teacher?"

"Don't!" the shepherd boy shook his head without hesitation.

Lao Dao couldn't help but be stunned, you must know that he is also regarded as a first-class figure in the rivers and lakes.

If he is willing to accept apprentices, I don't know how many people will bow down under his seat at all costs.

At this moment, I didn't expect to be rejected so easily.

For a while, he felt very uncomfortable.

Yes!

Although this shepherd boy is a genius, he is not born to know it, and he definitely does not know the origin and name of the old way, so he does not dare to rashly apprentice.

Yes, it must be!

Lao Dao nodded heavily, extremely sure of this, and then spoke again in a deep voice.

"Doll, so that you know that I am the head of Wudang, Wang Jiuding. Wudang is a famous family in the rivers and lakes, and it is expensive to be the five mountains of Daokui. If you worship me as a teacher, you will become a famous disciple from now on, and you will no longer be a lonely shepherd boy!"

He stroked his beard with one hand, swore an oath, and smiled,

"Don't!" a flat voice immediately stiffened his hand and his smile froze.

The shepherd boy shook his head, but did not do anything about it.

"Little doll, haven't you heard of Wudang?"

"Of course I know!" the shepherd boy looked strange.

If you talk about Wudang, whether it is a past life or a present life, he really knows it too well.

In the previous life, Wudang, the ancestral court of martial arts, was at its peak in ancient times.

But in this life, it is even more extraordinary, not only there are all kinds of divine martial arts inheritance, but also the three crazy Taoists of the Founding Sect have the legendary means of immortals and saints, known as "land immortals".

"You little cowherd knows Wudang, why don't you want to apprentice?"

"As soon as I saw that the head of the sect was seriously injured, I knew that you had a big enemy that Wudang couldn't provoke. I can't afford to mess with my little arms and legs!" the shepherd boy had made up his mind and was unmoved.

Shepherd boy knows deeply that with his own talent, he doesn't have to worship any famous faction, and it is even more unwise to set foot in the rivers and lakes when he is weak.

In my hometown of Shilipo, isn't it good to practice martial arts honestly?

One day, the martial arts will be completed, and the sword in Peto's hand will naturally be fearless.

Lao Dao was stunned.

Aren't young people always full of enthusiasm?

Why is this little doll so old and stable!

It can only be said that it is worthy of ......

A martial arts wizard from the sky?

The maturity of the mind is far beyond imagination.

"I have a secret method of divine power in Wudang, if you worship me as a teacher, you can see it. Don't you want to comprehend the true meaning of the Three Crazy Legends?"

"Don't! What do you do when you learn so many martial arts, aren't you afraid of being greedy and chewing too much?"

You have a point, but I am speechless.

Wang Jiuding didn't expect that one day, he would be scolded by a little doll and had nothing to say.

If he can't make a plan, he has another plan.

Lao Dao was tempted again: "The martial arts are noble, worship me as a teacher, and when you grow up, no matter how heroines in the rivers and lakes, they all want to tie the knot with you!"

"Well, I'm just a doll. I don't want you to be such a beast!" the shepherd boy looked below him, coughed a few times, and said with a hint of sadness.

The old man was ashamed.

Wang Jiuding, Wang Jiuding, you are really demented in chaos, how can you say such tiger and wolf words to a doll?

He spoke again, making a promise.

"Worship me as a teacher, and the position of the head of Wudang will be yours in the future. In the future, if you have a noble status and walk the rivers and lakes, you can enjoy the worship of 10,000 people......"

With great power comes great responsibility. How can there be such a good thing in the world?" the shepherd boy did not believe at all.

......

For a while, the old Taoist Wang Jiuding, the head of Wudang, tried his best to tempt in his words, and the shepherd boy was a big ghost, but he saw the trick one by one, and shook his head or shook his head.

"Huhuhu...... How can you apprentice to this doll?" Old Daoist Wang Jiuding was panting, and his injuries, which had finally healed, had the urge to vomit blood.

"Old Dao, don't you still understand?" the shepherd boy's little face rose with a kind of loneliness and loneliness that came from the bones and from the soul, "It is impossible to apprentice to a teacher, and it is impossible to apprentice for a lifetime!

"No one in the world can be your master?" Old Daoist Wang Jiuding heard this little doll say such unashamed words, and was shocked by this breath for a while, and then laughed angrily.

"You're not very old, but your tone is bigger than the sky. Tell me, what kind of ability do you have, dare to say that no one can be a master? Otherwise, don't let the old man die!"

"Ah, you're the sixth-hundred-sixth!" the shepherd boy sighed again.

"What?" the old man was at a loss.

"You are the 666th person in my life who will forcibly take me as an apprentice. These artificial farmers and businessmen, three religions and nine streams, are all strange. It's a pity that what you don't know is that these people all retreated one by one in the end. The shepherd boy's words were lonely and cold, "You can only say that you can get this number." All I can say is...... Yuan, it's wonderful!"

"In that case, you can listen up!"

The shepherd boy stood with his hands on his back to the old road.

Wang Jiuding's eyes shrank sharply, and for a while he saw a majestic qi rising from his small body, which made people look up to the mountains and look up, and he had the bearing of a grandmaster.

"I, Lu Chunliang, a beginner in medicine, became a master in January, wrote a good prescription by myself, brought the dead back to life, and countless living people; I also learned literature, passed four books and five classics in March, and made 2,000 poems and essays a day; I practiced martial arts, any martial arts in the world, I learned it once, I would be fine in a while, and I would enter the realm of transformation as soon as I refined it, and gradually tended to the realm of transformation without any tricks. The world can learn from it!"

Speaking of this, Lu Chunliang, the shepherd boy, turned around and only stared at the eyes of the old Taoist king Jiuding, smiled slightly, and issued a question that pointed directly at the soul.

"Old Dao, now can you tell me......

Why do you teach me?"