Fenyang Town, located in the border mountains of Da'an and surrounded by mountains, is a veritable deserted town.

It was the end of autumn, and the drowsy sky was hazy and light rain, casting a light veil over the quiet and peaceful town.

"Little Taoist, don't run, don't let grandma catch you, otherwise she will skin you alive!"

Pedestrians on the streets of the town came in twos and threes, and suddenly a shout and curse sounded, breaking the silence, and the echo lasted for a long time before dissipating.

It can be vaguely seen that at the end of the street, in front of an alley, a bloated middle-aged woman is holding a wine spoon in her hand, and she keeps looking at the street with an angry face.

As everyone knows, at this time, a handsome little Taoist priest dressed in a shabby Taoist robe quietly bypassed the side of the alley and climbed to the top of the earthen wall.

At the entrance of the alley, the middle-aged woman finished scolding, but there was no trace of the little Taoist priest, and she returned to the alley angrily.

But as soon as she stepped into the alley with her front feet, she suddenly felt that a drizzle was coming, and she suddenly lost her breath. She raised her head, pointed to the drowsy emptiness, and scolded: "Dead God, why can't you open your eyes!"

And as soon as his voice fell, he found that something was wrong, why was the rain so warm?

At this time, a snickerer rang out.

No matter how stupid a middle-aged woman is, how can she not think of the teasing of others, and she is so angry that she screams. She turned her head, but saw the little Taoist priest standing on the earthen wall, untying his waist, and giving Ganlin for the old man.

"Little brute, grandma tore you today!" Seeing this scene, the fat on the middle-aged woman's face trembled, and the wine spoon in her hand flew out with the scolding.

The little Taoist priest was agile, and one lowered his head to dodge the wine spoon, and then made a grimace and shouted: "Come on, you come up!"

"You wait for grandma!" The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth and was furious, and immediately rolled up her sleeves and dragged her fat to climb up. However, the earthen wall was damp and smooth, and she climbed twice and slid down.

After climbing to no avail, she still didn't give up, and grinned and climbed upward, while climbing, she didn't forget to threaten: "Little Taoist, I know where your home is, I can't run away from the Taoist priest! When I find the broken Taoist temple, it's good to have you two!"

The little Taoist priest was not afraid, he tied his waist, clapped his little hands, and hummed: "Daoist is not afraid of you, be careful to let my master accept you!"

With that, he looked at the broken bricks along the wall and kicked at the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman was about to continue scolding, when suddenly the bricks and tiles came at a gallop and smashed straight on her mouth. And he was in pain, fell to the ground, and fell on his back.

"Ouch, the little beast has killed someone...... Come on...... Ouch-" The middle-aged woman clutched her bloodied mouth and wailed miserably. But the rain became heavier and heavier, and the wailing soon drowned out the sound of the rain.

The rain was pouring down, and the little Taoist priest wiped the tip of his nose, jumped off the earthen wall of the alley, and disappeared at the end of the hazy street......

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Although Fenyang Town is not big, it is better than the mountains and rivers, pavilions and wooden houses, row upon row, from the north and south between the mountains, forests and seas, living in thousands of households.

And at the end of the town, on the hillside next to the City God Temple, there is a dilapidated and inconspicuous small Taoist temple.

The scale of this temple is very small, there are three tiled houses on both sides of the courtyard, and the main hall in the middle is quite large-scale, and the left and right sides are built between the two walls. Due to disrepair, every time it rains heavily, the roof of the Taoist temple is like a colander, and the scarred walls are also crumbling with the wind and rain.

Under the eaves of the main hall of the Taoist temple, at this time, there was an old Taoist priest with a shabby robe, a wrinkled face, and a sloppy dress with his hands in his hands, wandering left and right with a dull face.

I don't know how long it took, outside the originally peaceful gate of the Taoist temple, suddenly a small Taoist priest braved the rain and broke into the door with a wine jar.

The poor door panel and plaque, which were already crumbling, were smashed into the muddy water under the rampage of the little Taoist, with a 'bang' sound. And on its plaque, three big characters can be faintly seen, Qingfeng view.

"Master, Master, the old wine you want is here!" the little Taoist priest rushed in and ran up to the eaves of the main hall without looking back.

Seeing that the people who were waiting left and right finally came, the old Taoist priest's dull face suddenly smiled. He laughed loudly, snatched the wine jar from the little Taoist priest's hand, and praised: "You kid is good, you dare to steal that woman's wine...... Tsk, for the sake of this old wine, if the mother-in-law comes, the teacher will help you stop it. ”

After that, the old Taoist priest opened the lid of the altar and sniffed it intoxicated, and said stupidly: "The autumn flowers in this town are really sweet and mellow, which makes the master want to stop...... If you can take a sip every day, it will be worth your life......"

The little Taoist priest twisted the rain on his cuffs, and looked at the wine jar in the old Taoist's hand with watery eyes. He swallowed his saliva and asked gently, "Master, what does this wine taste like, is it delicious?"

The old Taoist priest glanced at him, and shook his head proudly: "That's nature, this wine should be a red world, and the mellow fragrance can only come from heaven......"

Listening to the words of the old Taoist, the little Taoist priest's mouth suddenly flowed out, he tugged the old Taoist's robe, and said pleadingly: "Master, you said a few days ago that you wanted me to taste it." ”

As soon as these words came out, the old Taoist priest glanced at him again, and his old face turned red, touched the little Taoist priest's head, and said seriously: "Bastard, you are still young, as the saying goes, wine is poison through the intestines, and the more you drink the poison, the deeper the poison becomes." I'm afraid that the teacher won't be able to control your Dao Heart Pheasant......"

The old Taoist priest spoke righteously, and in the end he pretended to sigh, and then said deeply: "In order to save you from poison, the teacher has to feed poison on your body." ”

After that, he didn't care about the little Taoist priest on the side, picked up the bottom of the altar, and drank it in a big gulp. Xu is because of his weak heart, he drank the wine bitterly, and did not forget to sneak a glance at the little Taoist.

The little Taoist priest held his head high, looked at the old Taoist priest with his eyes open, drank the wine he stole as always, pursed his lips and complained: "Master says this every time, you used to say that you used to taste all the world's fine wine to save the people of the world from poison, and you had to feed poison with your body-" After that, I saw two teardrops rolling in his big watery eyes.

Seeing the little Taoist priest in tears, the old Taoist priest's blushing face was a little unbearable. He put down the wine jar in his hand, scratched his messy bun, and coughed lightly: "Oh, for the teacher...... As a teacher, isn't this to learn from the sage who raised the tiger with his body to save the common people......"

The little Taoist priest was indifferent, still looking at the old Taoist priest with a red face.

Knowing that rhetoric no longer worked, the old Taoist priest glanced at the wine he had drunk most of the wine in his hand, and then gritted his teeth, don't look over, and reluctantly handed the wine jar out, and said, "Take it, take it." ”

The little Taoist priest who took the wine jar suddenly burst into tears and smiled, bowed again and again, and said, "Thank you, Master!"

The little Taoist priest seems to be drinking for the first time, and he doesn't know what wine is, just like the old Taoist priest, he went up and poured it violently, choking on it for a long time.

The old Taoist priest was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly patted the little Taoist priest, and said distressedly: "Bastard, wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, and you dare to drink it so hard for the sake of the teacher's cultivation, can't you ...... it."

Hearing the persuasion of the old Taoist, the little Taoist priest relieved himself and smirked, and then Xiao Yu took a sip, smashed his mouth, and said with a red face: "This wine is really rare in the world, and the fragrance is only from the sky......"

was originally full of bold words, but because of the thin figure and wide robe of the little Taoist, it looked quite funny.

The depressed old Taoist priest on the side looked at the thin and delicate disciple, and also laughed heartily.

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The morning mist is swirling, the autumn breeze is fluttering, and a fresh and cool morning breeze blows through the dilapidated Taoist temple, announcing the arrival of a new day.

In the courtyard of the breeze and the wind on all sides, a huge bronze incense burner is quietly placed in the room as always, and the wind does not shake the rain.

Early in the morning, the old Taoist priest came to the incense burner, bowed down, and stood solemnly with three pillars of long incense. Behind him, a small figure drooped its head and yawned, breaking the solemn ceremony.

After bowing, the old Taoist priest inserted the long incense in his hand in the incense burner, and then reminded the little Taoist priest behind him: "Bastard, it's your turn, quickly incense the ancestral master." ”

The little Taoist priest was reluctant, rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes, and walked to the incense burner in a daze. After a while, he pulled up the long incense in the incense burner again, bowed to the incense burner, shook his head and said: "The ancestor of Sanqing is above, and the disciple Li Ming's incense is here, and I hope that the old man will eat and sleep well." After that, he inserted the unlit long incense again, and suddenly remembered something before turning around, and then smiled: "By the way, I hope that Master Zu will not forget, give my master a long life." ”

The reason why the long incense is not lit is naturally to save money, you must know that a long incense costs three dollars, and Qingfeng Guan is located outside the deserted town, and there is not a single pilgrim for a few days. And the master and apprentice have no way to make money, if they pay tribute every time they order incense, I'm afraid that the two of them can't even afford to eat a steamed bun.

"Hi ......" Seeing that the young apprentice was so disrespectful and so well-behaved, the old Taoist priest's thin palm that he wanted to teach a lesson slowly put down.

In the distance, the bright light of the sky gradually climbed up the mountains, breaking the last trace of gloom after the rain.

"After the autumn wind and rain, everything is sprouting. Bastard, let's practice the swordsmanship taught to you by the teacher again!" Looking at the light of the distant mountains, the old Taoist priest stroked his beard and smiled, picked up a wooden sword from the front of the main hall and threw it to the little Taoist priest.

"Okay. After taking the wooden sword, the little Taoist priest named Li Ming's expression was solemn, and he lost his previous hippie smile.

Although Li Chao is only eleven years old this year, he attaches great importance to the word inheritance, which is the attitude towards the inheritance of the sect.

In the morning light, a little Taoist priest with a sleeved robe clumsily picked up the wooden sword in his hand and turned over the Taoist sword flower.

Fighting demons swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship Li Mix has been practicing since he can remember, and it has been more than six or seven years since the time came this year. The swordsmanship is also simple, among which there are only eight sword strokes, from stabbing to the clouds, and the few eight basic sword moves are not considered advanced swordsmanship, but they have been practiced day after day and year after year until now.

The old Taoist priest once said that this swordsmanship is the supreme swordsmanship of Taoism, and it has the power of demons to dispel it in the depths. As for the authenticity, there is no way to verify, but the sword moves in it are also domineering in the hands of the old Taoist.

Looking at the little Taoist priest flying with a sword in the courtyard, the old Taoist priest smiled with his jaw and bearded, and he said in a deep voice: "There are no tricks in the sword to win, and all kinds of spells will break it." This is the essence of the swordsmanship of fighting demons for the teacher, and it is also the essence of the true meaning of the patriarch. Among them, stabbing, sweeping, cloud, point, splitting, spinning, shocking, picking, eight moves, the momentum of the big opening and closing is brave, you must know that only these eight moves, practice to be skillful can do the sending and receiving at will, and then you can transform the sword moves innumerable, so that there is no trick to win the realm. And if you want to achieve the unity of man and sword, you can't do without passing on your demon-fighting mantra to your teacher. Bastard, do you remember that mantra?"