The man was full of sorrow, and he was planning and comparing things, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still felt that it was a little uneconomical, why did he Zhao Shuli plant the cause and effect to me Xue to repay. But when he thought of Zhao Shuli's earth-shattering wind and snow thirteen swords, the man suddenly became like a half-cut radish, so he had to grit his teeth and look at the young man, and stubbornly held out six words: "Do you want to learn martial arts?"

The man thought about the vicissitudes of life and looked at the stunned young man.

"Which one is this?" the boy wrung his eyebrows and muttered in a low voice, a little unable to guess the man whose attitude changed very quickly.

The man didn't say anything, just stood aside and smiled at the cramped young man. As for whether he longs for the young man to turn to the door, or longs for him to shake his head and leave, naturally only he knows.

The young man was silent, and it was hard to break.

Zhao Qingrou was on the sidelines, watching herself. Although I don't know where the man came from, I have a quick hand to fight, and I naturally have an understanding of the man's bottom care. Even at this moment, in the little girl's heart, she vaguely felt that this opportunity was a great creation for the young man, and it could even be thousands of times heavier than his dilapidated bookcase.

"Li Zhiyu!" the little girl's heart was beating wildly, and she nodded vigorously. But the young man's face was still indifferent and calm, and he completely ignored the man's kindness and kindness.

The man looked at this in front of him, neither nodded silently, nor turned to leave, but looked at the thousands of thoughts floating on the faces of the two of them in an instant, and showed an interesting smile.

The little girl's kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, so she was naturally unwilling. She glanced at the young man, and saw that he was still as light as water, and suddenly became a little angry.

"Li Zhiyu" The little girl clenched her fists angrily, and tentatively waved the clouds all over the young man's head.

"Boy, think about it before you answer. If you don't want to learn, I'm not embarrassed?" the man laughed, and his heart and liver suddenly fell by half a point. After a moment, the boy was still worried and did not answer, and the man who was sure of his heart whistled and was about to move away.

The man is not in a hurry, and every step he takes is exactly half a foot away, neither moving the slightest nor half a step. Such an ordinary hand is a real kung fu in the eyes of those who are proficient in martial arts. Especially in the eyes of the little girl who knows the goods, it is thousands of ways to live and die with flesh and bones.

Seeing that the man was about to drag away, the boy still didn't realize it. She shouted against him, "I promise for him." ”

Zhao Qingrou blushed her neck and shouted roughly. The old man, who had just stepped out of the door, retracted his head again, and only dared to secretly observe the situation through the crack in the door.

People who practice martial arts pay attention to the connection of qi and qi, the pulse and vein, and the meridians of the whole body are connected before and after, such as the great river and the river rises. Although some of them are not essential, the more they understand the truth, the more they will pay attention to a cherishing blessing and life, and few people will behave like a girl. However, the small is big, and you can also know how energetic the girl is to insist on letting the young man worship this cheap master.

The young man still looked like he didn't care about himself, and he didn't say a word. The rain and wind in front of him are completely outside, ignoring them at all.

The man curled the corners of his mouth, ignoring the silent young man, but looked at Zhao Qing and said softly: "Little girl, you are the best embryo." It's just that there are already experts to guide me, and it's not good to interfere in the next, although there is nothing to be done. But this kid doesn't want to apprentice, and I can't help it, you know, you are you, he is him. ”

The man pursed his lips and smiled, and took a deep look at the girl. The lowered eyelids hide a little curiosity.

The boy looked down at his feet, his face sad.

"Mr. said, my generation should carry a three-foot sword, cut the evil at the top, and hoe the traitor at the bottom. But Mr. also said that the weapons of the soldiers are also the last resort of the saints. I know that Yu has no talent in warp and weft, and I just want to read poetry and books hard to repay Mr. for cultivating kindness. With a murder weapon in my hand today, I will not become a butcher and executioner from now on. Can't learn, can't learn. The boy nodded and shook his head. The man who provoked Ben to turn around also turned around curiously, looking at the young man at this time and bowing his head slightly.

"Do you want to learn? or don't want to learn?" the man asked patiently, and the gentle voice lingered in the young man's ears.

The young man thought hard for a long time, but he still shook his head categorically and said, "Don't learn!"

"It's okay if you don't learn, you can't ask for it!" the man was satisfied, and frequently bowed his head. After the little girl who was so anxious that she jumped her feet grabbed the young man's ears and scurried up and down, the man smiled and said, "It's not that I don't teach, it's that he doesn't learn!"

The man understated and went straight in style. But that was only a few words to him. In Zhao Qingrou's ears, who were not far away, there was another taste.

"This guy obviously doesn't want to teach. I like to find some inexplicable excuses. The little girl was angry, and brandished an emerald green bamboo pole to catch up with the unknown man to try her fists and feet.

"Oh, my little ancestor, this thing can't be moved. This is, this is ......" The old man, who had half a foot retracted, saw the little girl take out the verdant bamboo pole, and immediately shouted that it was not good. His brows were furrowed, but he sighed for a long time. But the old man also knew the measure, and still never stepped out of that foot.

This bamboo pole was originally obtained by his hard work, but at this time, the ignorant and fearless little girl held it in his hand to test the swordsmanship, and the old man's face suddenly turned green.

Men's cultivation has long been both internal and external, and both up and down have their own divine will. He was naturally aware of the large and small movements emanating from his surroundings, and at this time, he finally understood why he had looked at the big river all night last night.

It turned out to be the blessed Tibetan Sea, and there was a fate to get it.

The man sighed leisurely, looked up at the flowing clouds floating in the sky, thinking about the words that Zhao Shuli said in the restaurant that day, he patiently explained: "Boy, listen to me, whether you learn to kill or save people is in your thoughts, not the sword in your hand." The sages also said that if there is injustice in the text, it will be resounding. What's more, although you can only learn Jinglun, you can also strategize and win thousands of miles away. But I think it's not more interesting to take the head of the general. The man turned and stepped forward, and pointed at the young man's eyebrows.

"A saint points and a force descends to ten meetings. I'm Xue a finger, and it's enough to break through the stubbornness. The man pointed lightly and pointed straight to the young man's eyebrows.

He pointed lightly, but he didn't mean to hurt the young man again. I just want to wash the marrow and comb the pulse and regulate the young man's meridians, so that when he changes his mind to practice martial arts in the future, he can accumulate some blessings, from small to big, from weak to strong, so that the young man's martial arts road can go a little smoother.

But he didn't expect that he was self-defeating, and he probably didn't expect that a force that was the same or even stronger than him erupted from the center of the young man's eyebrows, and collided with the strength scattered by the man's fingertips, which shocked the man's five internal scorching, and even if there was a feeling of burning the five organs. If it weren't for the fact that the man's martial arts were already proficient, I am afraid that he would be a little overwhelmed by this.

"What are you? This is ......" The man frowned, unable to guess or figure it out.

I wanted to do it just by chance, but the burning feeling on my fingers was still winding around my fingertips, and my hands were warm, how could he dare to say that it was accidental.

After all, how can such an impossible thing be said to be accidental!

"Little brother, my name is Xue Liuwan. It is taken from the meaning of the nine bends and eighteen bends of the Yellow River. It's just that in the lower sword path, only cultivating to six bends is already the extreme. Do you know why?" Xue Liuwan suddenly changed his attitude, looking at the young man and wincing his eyebrows, just smiling happily.

In the eyes of men, today's teenagers not only do not have a sense of bookishness, but the more they look at it, the more pleasing they are, and the more they look at it, the more happy they are.

The young man finally raised his head, and his clear eyes looked at the rivers and mountains in the distance.

Xue Liuwan changed his normal state, approached the young man in a hurry, and reached out to pinch the corner of the young man's somewhat wrinkled clothes.

Xue Liuwan, who was still reluctant to accept the apprentice, suddenly changed his face, such a reversal not only made Zhao Qingrou squeeze her eyebrows, but also made the old man hiding in the shadows suddenly feel a little more worried.

"Why is it so hard?"

The old man approached the brass glasses that he had not seen for a long time, and reached out to iron the upturned hair one by one.

He looked at the smiling face that was squeezing his eyebrows, and suddenly frowned twice, "Still laughing and rejoicing!"

......

The man pulling a half-lame donkey came quietly, just humming that short tune. The man didn't pay attention to the changes that happened quietly along the way, just looked at the bamboo pole that gradually turned from green to yellow, and lit the mountains and rocks along the way. The whole person looks completely like a romantic celebrity touching the stone.

Wang Cheng, who was hiding in the shadows, saw the big fish coming slowly, and his heart beat more and more violently.

"This fish, Lao Tzu is going to decide!" Wang Chengshuang swallowed excitedly and rubbed his hands, which had become a little stiff due to squatting in the bushes for a long time.

The man dotted stones and dripped water, and practiced asceticism for a long time. Or feel exhausted. Or he felt that it was better to rest for a while after a long asterity, and at last he relieved his legs, which were slightly tired from the bitterness, and squatted by the stream and bowed to the clear spring.

"Bluestone crosses the street, should lead to the southeast. But Guo has traveled countless times in the north and south, and he never likes to take these flat roads, but only likes to find lonely places and stop and walk. I don't know if it's appropriate. The man nodded to himself, stretched out a finger and paddled across the crystal clear stream, and in an instant a microwave wrinkled and stirred in all directions.

Wang Chengshuang squatted in the distance to look at the big fish passing by, and saw that the man had been squatting beside the stream without moving, and Wang Chengshuang, who had always been shrewd, slowly began to hesitate slightly.

The veteran who has fallen into the grass for many years was blinded by the fish meat in the distance, which was a little unpleasant in Wang Chengshuang's heart.

The man put down a tiger-headed knife in his hand, straightened his hands and patted the fat on his face vigorously. When the thoughts in his heart finally settled, Wang Chengshuang began to move his steps slowly, groping for the man who was squatting by the water's edge and didn't know what was going on.

Wang Chengshuang's footsteps were slight, and the mosquitoes were weak.