The city of praying water falls in the southwest corner of Lanzhou, stacked among the mountains.

Fang Yan and the three of them trekked through mountains and rivers, passing by here, and Lao Dao'er proposed to stay here for a few days to rest. The three of them summed up and walked through the north gate.

The little girl found an inn, so the old man coughed and knocked on the door, and after a moment the door creaked open, and a middle-aged man of fifty or sixty years old came out. Xu Beitian and Yan Yuese chatted with the middle-aged man, and finally asked for a few days to stay.

The store is also kind, the three of them asked for two rooms, Lao Dao'er and Fang Yan in one room, and Xu Minjian in his own room, clean and lived.

However, at that time, the middle-aged shopkeeper looked at the Taoist dresses of Xu Beitian and Xu Minjian, and sighed for no reason, and his expression was a little sympathetic, which made the three of them scratch their heads.

In the early morning, the young man was woken up by the snoring of the old Dao'er like thunder, so he dispersed the blood that he was sleeping and carried, pushed open the door of the house, but found that the little girl in the robe also went out, and after seeing the young man, he pointed his finger at the old Dao'er in the house, and covered his ears, and the two looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

After the old Taoist woke up slowly, the three of them found an early shop, asked for some food, and sat there.

Lao Dao'er still had the broom pinned to his waist, and he was carrying a peachwood rune sword on his back, but Fang Yan and Xu Minjian didn't speak, and ate pasta in small bites with his head down.

Due to the topography of Qishui City, there are naturally a lot of foreign heroes in the rivers and lakes, and these early shops are soon crowded with people, and heroes from all over the world gather, talking about the strange things they have encountered in the rivers and lakes.

"Have you heard, the Flower Bone Sect has closed the mountain for some reason, it is said that there was a scene of immortals rushing into the sky that day, and now there is a big Qi Cultivation Sect missing on the green mountain. "One man stood on a wooden bench with one leg, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"What is this, I was near at the time, and I saw with my own eyes, the sky was as red as a burning cloud, and the roar of the beast was deafening, and finally the heavens and the earth trembled. Another expressed disdain.

"These mountain immortals are not good at cultivating, and the immortals fight here, and we rough people under the mountain are very enjoyable to watch, but if we really suffer ourselves, I am afraid that the taste will not be enough," someone secretly smacked his tongue.

"I heard that the Jiuyuan Temple in the Western Regions bowed its head, and our Qingchan Temple in southern Xinjiang sent a holy monk to the west to preach Zen. A strong man with a remote accent said casually.

"Buddhist monks, Confucian saints, Taoist immortals, the top of the mountain is so wonderful, I wait for a martial artist under the mountain, in the end it is still too small. A man with a sword sighed.

In the small breakfast shop, there are also different rivers and lakes.

The young man drank porridge in small sips, seemingly expressionless, holding the bowl in his right hand, but under the wide sleeves of his coat, his muscles were exposed.

The gossip in the mouth of the mountain sounded like thunder to him.

After all, the boy had been on that mountain for two years.

All the way down, even if Fang Yan already knew that the Flower Bone Sect had sealed the mountain gate, his heart was still tense when he heard this.

The young man was preoccupied, and he felt that Hua Feiyang had closed the mountain gate, and he had a great connection with the Bloody Ancestor he met.

But thinking of the Flower Bone Sect, the young man couldn't help but think of the girl with the ring on her ankle, the laughter was crisp, jingling, and the mood was better.

After the three of them had eaten and drunk to their heart's content, they got up and left the breakfast shop and wandered around the city.

Walking around the streets, from the north to the south, the passers-by were much sparser, and the three of them stopped and looked at the majestic buildings together.

In front of him, the City God's Temple, which should have been worshiped and offered incense, was inevitably too dilapidated, with cobwebs hanging, messy, and no one cared about.

It's exactly the same as the dilapidated Taoist temple in the previous small town.

And in the alleys and streets close to the temple of the city god, there were many people in rags, sitting on straw mats, kneeling and kowtowing to passers-by, begging for money, the situation was miserable.

There is also a big gap with the rivers and lakes in the north.

"There is no one in the temple, and the people in the city are terrified. Lao Dao'er touched his gray beard and said.

The little girl in the Taoist robe had a worried face, Fang Yan bit her lip, there was no shortage of begging people in Luohua City, but there were not so many of them.

Not to mention the Flower Bone Sect, even if the Qi Practitioner ends badly, how can there ever be a time to beg.

The mountains are up and down, and the distinctions are clear.

Fang Yan was puzzled, in Luohua City, the city lord Song Tian was diligent and diligent, caring for the people, why was there such a miserable situation here, and the city lord of the Divine Dragon of Prayer Water City didn't care about it?

The three of them walked slowly through the crowd, listening to the old man who was singing one by one, his mind was heavy.

In front, a woman knelt with a half-grown child in tow. The two of them must have just arrived, the mat was still clean, and the boy was sitting on the mat with bright eyes. The woman was in her thirties, her body was graceful, and her clothes were shabby, and a large piece of spring light leaked out. The woman's expression was desolate, and she kept kowtowing while secretly looking at her child.

The little girl in the robe stopped, reached out and took out a copper coin from her pocket, this is a mountain coin, although it is a copper coin, but it has a silver edge, but most people under the mountain can't recognize it. The little girl gently placed it in the white bowl in front of the woman. The woman was flattered, knelt down and kowtowed in thanks, her body undulated, and she was even more enchanting.

Lao Dao'er glanced at the young child and was silent.

Xu Minjian felt that he had done a good deed, and he was elated and looked at Fang Yan. The boy smiled at the little girl, and looked around, consciously or unconsciously, forcing back some of the eyes that had gathered on the woman.

At the end of the street, a gray-shirted young man held a flag, hung a bag around his waist, and chanted words in his mouth, "Fortune telling, fortune telling...... disaster relief"

No one stopped before him.

Fang Yan and the three of them walked out of the street, and when they returned to the inn, it was already nightfall. After a brief meal, the store brought a few plates of melons and fruits, brought a pot of wine, and sat down to chat a few words by the way.

The old man shook his head, thought about it for a while, and asked the shopkeeper about the south side of the city.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, sighed for a moment and said, "The guests are new to the store, and they may not know yet. We pray that the terrain of the water city is remote, most of them are passing rangers and heroes, few businessmen come and go, originally this area is rich, and there is no shortage of mineral materials around the mountains, so it has not much impact, but in the past two years, the mountains have suddenly decayed, the forest springs have collapsed, and the whole landscape has declined. ”

After a few glasses of wine, the shopkeeper also became bold, and said boldly: "Some people say that this area is haunted, so they spent a lot of money to invite a Taoist priest on the mountain, but as a result, the legal person who worked in the City God Temple for a day disappeared. Some Taoist priests don't believe in evil and come here deliberately, without exception, so that after dozens of people came, no one dared to approach the strange City God Temple. In addition, the city lord was sick in bed all the year round, and did not take care of the affairs of the city, the people's hearts were panicked and chaotic, and the life of the people who originally lived on the resources in the mountains became extremely miserable. ”

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly and said a few heartfelt words: "Earlier, I saw a few people dressed as Taoist priests, and I thought they were also Taoist leaders who came to practice. According to our family's opinion, it is better for a few of them to leave earlier. ”

The young man nodded silently in thanks, but the old man ignored him, and after a few small talks, the shopkeeper got up and said goodbye.

Lao Dao'er closed the door, first punched the young man on his back, inserted the talisman sword on the ground, and fell asleep with his head up, the young man gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged on the bed, with the handprint taught by Lao Dao'er in his right hand, breathing and breathing, and his blood fluctuated.

Three punches a day, still a lot.

On the second day, the three of them still found a restaurant and sat down, and they heard the people around them muttering: "I heard that no, another Taoist priest disappeared yesterday." ”

Someone wore a long knife at his waist and sighed, "There is a lot of evil here, it's not like you haven't seen the tragic situation in the south, it's chaotic, it's better for me to wait for outsiders to leave early." ”

The other person was not happy, and said to the man with the sword: "Wang Lin, aren't you known as a good person to eliminate violence, how can you not be willing to act righteously this time?"

The man with the saber snorted and said sullenly: "What, life is important or reason is important, even the City God Temple has been destroyed in this city, and it is a righteous fart." ”

Someone pointed at Fang Yan and the three of them, and the three of them ate silently, and the old Dao'er sword behind him trembled slightly.

When the moon hung high in the sky, two figures, one large and one small, rushed out of the inn.

The old Taoist Xu Beitian, the small Taoist Xu Minjian.

The little girl in the Taoist robe rubbed her sleepy eyes and glared at Lao Dao'er, as if complaining that he woke herself up in the middle of the night.

Xu Beitian smiled, took the little girl's hand, the two walked on the road, and after half a street, Lao Dao'er let go of the little girl's hand, stared at the little girl, and said, "Just want to let the teacher accept that stupid boy as an apprentice?"

The little girl blinked, turned her head, and looked east and west, as if she had nothing to do with herself.

Lao Dao'er laughed angrily: "I really thought that the teacher couldn't see it, you were comparing the swordsmanship I taught you all day long, and kept hinting at the old man." That's why I asked casually, who knew that the stupid boy refused directly, and he was embarrassed for the teacher. ”

Xu Beitian sighed, "As a teacher, he is not a pure martial artist, just a sword-casting sword, using the method of heavenly thunder to refine his qi and blood, and then reshape his body, just like opening a furnace to refine a sword, the fist is an iron hammer, the sword tire is tempered, and the medicine jar is a kiln, which boils his body to the point of perfection, and the foundation of the first realm is considered to be firm, at least not weaker than your fat senior brother when he is in the first realm, plus the method of qi and blood he cultivates, the innate martial arts of the second realm may not be comparable to him." ”

The little girl in the robe snorted twice, clasped her hands around her chest, and ignored the old way.

Xu Beitian sighed, and said bitterly: "Mercy sword, that stupid boy has one percent of your talent, and he patted his chest for the teacher to promise to accept him, but he is really not a sword embryo, and it is right to choose the path of qi and blood enlightenment, for the sake of that bowl of fish soup, I slapped the true meaning of the kendo contained in that palm on him, and he can comprehend a few points in the future. ”

Xu Minjian was silent, a little lost, the two walked silently, and after two more streets, the little girl in the robe asked softly: "Master, when can I use the sword?"

Xu Beitian smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's not too late to use the sword when your second realm is firm, the disciples of Wangjian Mountain, if you don't use the sword, you can't use the sword, and the sword must be turned upside down!"

The little girl in the Taoist robe then asked, "Are you allowed to hand over my swordsmanship to him then?"

Xu Beitian was stunned. Then he faced the blue sky, grief-stricken, "The girl is not staying!

The little girl in the robe stopped, tilted her head, and said, "I don't know, but I'll be happy when he's there." ”

"Oh, how happy?" said Lao Dao'er, who was already quick to come and go, and asked curiously while touching his white beard.

The little girl stood there and thought about it carefully, drew a big circle in front of her with her hand, and replied with a smile: "I am probably so happy!"

The little girl in the robe said so many things for the first time.

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