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Time flies like a white horse, and Mu Sanqian has lived in Wudang Mountain for a few years. In the days on the mountain, several masters still lived in seclusion, and the big and small affairs on weekdays were still handed over to Senior Brother Chen Changming to take care of, but Senior Brother Shang Rong also began to help Senior Brother share under the instruction of the master after he abandoned the game of chess a few years ago.

The two complemented each other with one cold and one hot, and everything on the mountain was in good order.

Senior Brother Guo Datie has not changed for thousands of years, and what he does all day long is to take care of the Dan furnace and strike iron.

As for Senior Brother Lu You, he no longer saw the head and the tail of the dragon, and ran to the Houshan Bamboo Forest alone to live alone, becoming the third person to live alone in addition to the senior brother and junior brother.

And Mu Sanqian himself is even more busy, and his life is calm and fulfilling.

The incense of Wudang Mountain is gradually flourishing, and there are always good men and women from rich families who come from thousands of miles to worship God in the mountain. So someone at the bottom of the mountain started the idea of these pilgrims.

On the hill three or four miles away from Wudang, such a group came. They did not disturb the local villagers, did not cross the boundary to commit crimes, but set up a sentry post at the intersection from the north to Wudang, once they encountered the rich chariots and horses, they would rush down and rob and kill, so that this trail was famous far and wide, and no one dared to go except for the strangers who did not know what was going on.

In the beginning of winter, Mu Sanqian still couldn't move in the small courtyard of the grass house, got up early and practiced two hundred chopping and slashing, two hundred times holding a sword, and then selected himself from the ancient books that had been turned over a long time and slowly polished the dozen sword moves that gradually became a routine and practiced twice from beginning to end, then stopped to wash and change clothes.

The heavy sword was brought back to the house and leaned against the wall, it was not good for such a big guy to carry out, it was too attention-grabbing, and it was inconvenient to go back and forth.

When Mu Sanqian packed up and went to the wing, the Taoists over there also finished their morning class. Now the morning class is handed over to Lu Zijiao, and the senior brother is a lot easier.

"Uncle Junior. ”

"Little Uncle Ancestor. ”

"Uncle Taishang. ”

Mu Sanqian walked into the wing, and the Taoists all smiled and went to greet him. It's just that the seniority is higher and higher, and Mu Sanqian is only sixteen years old when he has been on the mountain for six years.

Mu Sanqian was also accustomed to calling people a lot, and walked in with a smile and a nod.

"Lu Zijiao, how about going down the mountain with me today?"

found Lu Zi, and the three thousand went over and patted his nephew on the shoulder.

"Uncle Junior. ”

Lu Zijiao heard Mu Sanqian enter the wing room from afar, and his face was immediately full of sadness. When Mu Sanqian arrived, there was really no place to hide, so he cried and called Uncle Xiao with a sad face.

"The mountain needs to prepare goods, the second senior brother has made a detailed list, I have said hello to the second senior brother, or let's go down the mountain. ”

The two of them went out of the wing, and Mu Sanqian explained their intentions to Lu Zijiao.

"Uncle Xiaoshi, you lied to me again, when we both went down the mountain, didn't you say that you would dump me if there was something temporary, I was busy buying everything before you appeared. ”

In the past six years, Lu Zijiao has grown in age, but his brain is still standing still, and he is honest and honest as usual.

"Not this time, there was a situation before, and I promise that this time I will not leave your sight from beginning to end. ”

"Really?"

Lu Zijiao's face was full of suspicion.

"I swear!"

"Forget it. ”

Lu Zijiao thought about it and shook his head.

"They all say that you are the smartest in our mountain, and I can't fall for you. If you need to go down the mountain to prepare goods, I'll go and talk to the second uncle about changing someone to join me, and you should honestly stay on the mountain and practice. ”

Lu Zijiao planned not to let go of his mouth this time.

"Don't mind, I'm not your little uncle anymore?"

Mu Sanqian saw that Lu Zijiao didn't agree, so he had to find another way.

"It's Uncle Junior. ”

"That's it, as a nephew, you can't listen to Uncle Junior. Besides, let's go down the mountain and maybe meet Miss Li. ”

Mu Sanqian looked at Lu Zijiao meaningfully, and Lu Zijiao's face immediately turned red when she heard Miss Li's three words.

"You like people, don't you? ”

"Uncle Hugh wants to talk nonsense, let's be monks, what do you like or dislike. ”

Mu Sanqian smiled again, and when he saw that there were few people around, he pulled Lu Zijiao and walked out.

"Don't be embarrassed, we are people in the Daomen, and there is still a difference between the six pure roots of the Buddhism and the fact that we can't provoke the dust. You said that if you go down the mountain with others, you can only honestly go to the town to buy firewood, rice, oil and salt and come back, it is different from me, why do I always leave you, don't I just want you to have the opportunity to meet Miss Li. ”

Mu Sanqian's oath is the same as the truth. As for the girl Li in his mouth, she is a girl who sings a little song with her grandfather in the town to make a living, and she is also beautiful, but she is much worse than the standard of beauty in Mu Sanqian's heart. But Lu Zijiao saw that it was better, and he passed by slowly a few times, not thinking that he could take a second look.

It's a good time for teenagers, and there is a cardamom love for children. Lu Zijiao is 3,000 years old, and he is eighteen this year, so it is not uncommon to have a girl he likes.

"Uncle Junior, don't make fun of me, let the master know that you can't stop grounding me and not letting me go down the mountain. ”

"So, you can only go with me, what do we have to do with it, I promise not to tell others!"

"Really?"

"That's nature!"

Seeing that his persuasion had an effect, Mu Sanqian suddenly smiled.

Then the two of them went to lead the donkey cart and descended slowly down the mountain from the Shinto.

Three or four miles north of Wudang, there is a gentle mountain range between Wuling Town, called Zanglongling, and the group of mountain bandits who have appeared in the past six months to rob the passing pilgrims have hid on this mountain ridge on this basis.

Mu Sanqian and the two drove the donkey cart, talking and laughing all the way to the boundary of the Hidden Dragon Ridge.

"Uncle Xiao, are you saying that since you came back from Dunhuang with the master six years ago, you have never practiced the internal skills of Wudang?"

Lu Zijiao heard Mu Sanqian unintentionally talk about it, thinking that over the years, he had indeed seen the little uncle practicing swords all day long, and he only used a few hands back and forth, and it seemed that he had really never seen the little uncle breathing quietly. I thought that Uncle Xiao was too late to practice, so I hadn't seen it much, but I didn't expect to hear Mu Sanqian say that he had never practiced.

"Yes, do you remember the previous door test, before the door test, I wanted to accumulate some internal strength, who knew that I almost went crazy, and then Senior Brother Lu You said that there is a huge gold mine in my body, and I don't need to waste my strength to accumulate a little bit of hard work. That's why I haven't practiced it. ”

"There are such miracles. Then where does the qi in your body come from, little uncle?"

"I don't know much about this, it should be related to going to Dunhuang Dragon Caves before. ”

Lu Zijiao drove in front, and Mu Sanqian lay on the donkey cart with Erlang's legs crossed and leisurely closed his eyes to recuperate.

"Don't keep talking about me, why does Senior Brother only let you practice that Baduanjin all day long, it seems that he has never taught you fist, foot and weapon kung fu. ”

"Who's to say it isn't. ”

When he mentioned this, Lu Zijiao didn't feel faintly sad. Other brothers, nephews, and even Taoist disciples below will major in a foreign kung fu, either the fists and feet taught by Yu Dahai's ancestor, or the swordsmanship taught by Zhang Fuxing's ancestor. Only in addition to the eight duanjin that he was the eight-duan brocade all day, he saw that his eight-duanjin had also practiced to the fifth duan, but the master said that it was not enough. I don't know what the master thinks.

"Then the two of us are quite complementary, Uncle Xiao, you practice swordsmanship all day long, I can only baduan brocade, can we teach each other?"

Lu Zijiao thought about it, isn't the little uncle the opposite of himself, so wouldn't he let the little uncle teach him swordsmanship, and he could tell the little uncle about Baduanjin.

"Uncle Junior?"

It was rare to think of a brilliant idea, Lu Zijiao couldn't help laughing, but he didn't hear a response when he asked Mu Sanqian.

Lu Zijiao turned his head back, and the donkey cart was empty, and the shadow of the little uncle was gone.

"Hey, I said I couldn't believe you a long time ago, and again, in the end, I didn't want to go to the town to buy things by myself. ”

Lu Zijiao shook his head and sighed, as if he had long been accustomed to it. Then he didn't stop, and continued on his way, with an imperceptible smile on his face, which was still chubby as when he was a child.