The second junior of the Jushilou shop held his face in his hands, sat on the ground weakly, and said to the young man, "This is really sad for me......

Today is June 15, and Nian'an in front of Qubai South Street is sitting opposite the shopkeeper at this moment, holding a slightly yellowed letter paper, and explaining to the shopkeeper opposite while looking at it.

"Your mother said that your father fell ill two months ago, the family's economic source was cut off, and your younger brother was waiting to be fed, and it was not a way for the family to continue to be so bad. ”

"They also said that it was not easy to know that you had landed in Qubai, and there was really no way to write to you to go back and help guard for a while. ”

Nian An lowered his head as he spoke, moving his nose and sniffing the faint scent of ink on the letter.

This font looks neat and full of craftsmanship, so I guess it was written by a teacher.

Xiao Er pulled out a hair and rubbed it in his hands, "Nian'an, sometimes I really envy you, you are alone, unrestrained." ”

The shopkeeper, who looked to be in his early twenties, squeezed out a wry smile on his face when he said this, "My mother has begged me like this, my father is seriously ill, and my younger brother is still young, if I don't go back, won't I become a bad embryo as a thousand people." It's just a pity that I knelt down and begged for an errand in the house, and I don't know what time it will be next time I go back to Qu Bailai. ”

Nian An had never heard anyone say that he was envious of him, his face was a little embarrassed, and when he saw that the person opposite was very depressed, he wanted to say something to comfort him. But when the words came to his lips, he was still afraid that he would be stupid, so he had to change the topic and ask the past.

"By the way, what kind of place is Jing'an Village, Shehong County, your hometown?" Nian An was so curious that he stretched out his finger and landed on the letter. “

"In a village of twenty or thirty households, everyone relies on raising some chickens and ducks and other poultry to sell them in Shehong County in exchange for food. Our village is pitiful, and it is naturally incomparable with a lively big city like Qubai. ”

Xiao Er stood up as he spoke, and gestured with his hand, "The whole village is not as big as the main street outside our house, and it's very boring." ”

Nian An nodded, but he didn't know how to take it.

The little two clasped his hands together and said: "I originally thought that I would have the opportunity to fight here in the future and become a character with a row, and one day I would go to Taiyuan, the first male city in the northwest, or even Kyoto, which is famous all over the world, take a walk and take a look." ”

"It looks like it's all in vain...... Soak in the soup......"

Nian An learned from Qiuqiu's way of comforting herself, leaned over carefully, and patted the shopkeeper's shoulder.

"Hey, Nian'an...... From now on, you and I will be the same people on the same steps. Xiao Er said helplessly.

The boy scratched his neck and said a rare clever word, "It's still taller." ”

The shopkeeper turned his head, his face was crying, and he smiled with all his strength in the sun.

"Wish me a speedy return......"

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On the afternoon of June 15, the sky was not very good, and it looked like a summer rain had already been swallowed faintly in the clouds.

After Nian An came back from outside the city, he ran to Qingyang Mountain as usual. It's rare for the Taoist to have a business today, and there are a handful of people lined up under the crooked neck tree, waiting for the Taoist to ask the hexagram.

Nian An didn't bother, found the "Clear Frost Sword" hidden in the corner of the Taoist temple, and ran to a locust tree at the back of the hill with the copper coin and white thread in his arms to practice.

probably suspected that there was a problem with the young man's posture with the sword, and the Taoist had murdered him once in the past few days. So now every time the young man stands with his back to him, he is actually a little nervous in his heart, and the sweat on his right hand soaks the bottom of the "Clear Frost Sword".

In the words of the rest of his life, Nian An's sword is not at all strong. The Taoist casually glued his thumb and index finger together and flicked the Qingshuang sword in Nian'an's hand, and the wooden stick flew more than ten zhang away without looking back.

Therefore, in addition to practicing the copper coins in the past few days, the young man has another training content, that is, he has learned how to hold the sword in his hand first.

According to the Taoist leader's demonstration, Nian An's body was naturally upright at this time, holding a sword in his right palm, palm pointing upward, his arms were round, and his eyes were looking straight ahead.

This action doesn't seem to have many essentials, but if you really want to do it, the young man will have his teeth trembling and his whole body will be sour after a stick of incense.

Although it is a little bitter, it is indeed effective. Occasionally, the boy even faintly felt that the wooden stick in his hand had lost its dryness, as if it was glued to his hand.

......

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"Boom" There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the young man had already held his arms as heavy as a plumb today, and the sweat from his hair slipped into his eyes, spicy and painful.

The fortune teller under the crooked neck tree had already left, and only a young girl with a milk-white bracelet on her hand was still blushing and whispering in front of the Taoist.

From Nian An's point of view, Yu Daochang was naturally very imposing, looking up proudly into the distance, with his hands behind his back, the mahogany sword was sandwiched in the center of his hands and pointed diagonally towards the heavens.

What a handsome Taoist!

But it would be better if the two feet hidden behind the semi-enclosed wooden case were shoeed, and it would be indecent to be barefoot after all.

The Taoist stretched out his hand and nodded on the girl's wrist, leaned over and said something in the ear of the girl, and the girl somehow got it, the root of the ear instantly turned half red, and she ran away with a cigarette with her hands and feet.

......

"It's unspeakable" After the little lady left, she shook her head and walked in the direction of the Taoist temple.

"Yo...... The kid who wasn't afraid of death is here again. ”

"Don't see you jumping around now, in a few days, see how comfortable you are. As he spoke, the Taoist threw a sweat-wiping handkerchief at Nian An's side

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When the Taoist came out of the Taoist temple, he found a light gray cloth bag in his left hand and carried it on his back, and carried a swarthy umbrella in his right hand.

"Nian'an, just now the little lady mentioned to me the red-clothed monk who sat in front of the ancient well and didn't eat or drink. As soon as I thought about it, this person has indeed been coming to Qubai for a long time, and I have to go to the meeting for a while. Do you know anything about him?"

Nian An's lips moved, and she touched the back of her head with a smile.

The Taoist squinted at his embarrassment and muttered, "Do you want to see this legendary Buddhist and Taoist rivalry?"

Nian An took the "Clear Frost Sword" in his hand and swallowed his saliva vigorously.

Yu Sheng walked in front with a black umbrella, calm and steady, "Are you coming?"

The boy shook his head back and forth twice, and chased after him.

......

Who in the world does not know that the two doors of Buddhism and Taoism today were actually like a family three hundred years ago, but after that person died, the order of the world fell apart.

At first, a few partial Taoist temples and temples debated a few times, and then it evolved into a martial arts test, but somehow, the momentum became more and more vigorous, and even burned to the Garan Temple and Qingfeng Temple.

Finally, with the consent of the emperor of the Xia Dynasty, the two men went to Kyoto to set up the world-famous "Taoist Buddhism". It's a pity that in the end, the debate still can't tell the winner. At this time, the two doors of Buddhism and Taoism, which had been set up by the people of the world, could only return everyone to a competition until the leaders of the two doors were pointed.

The former Daomen Grand Master Ling Xiao Dao and the monk Miaofeng, the presiding monk of the Jialan Temple, fought in the wasteland. It wasn't clear whether they won or lost, and the only thing people were happy to talk about was the two immortal masters who had already feathered into the realm after they left.

One walked two hundred miles south, closed his eyes and let go.

One walked 5,000 steps north and sat silently.

Since the disappearance of these two immortals, there have been more and more disputes between the two sects.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still an agreement between these ancient places not to intrude too much on the world, I am afraid that the believers who listened to the scriptures and preached Zen in the south and the pilgrims who asked for fortunes and fortunes in the north would be able to fight in Kyoto in the middle.

In the next three hundred years, Buddhism and Taoism competed with each other with ups and downs, one Jiazi was quiet, and the other was noisy.

The thirty-fifth year of Longqing should be regarded as a quiet year, but it is unreasonable for a monk to take the initiative to come to the north to teach the Fa no matter what.

......

Tonight, the mouth of the ancient Wutong alley is quiet and terrible, and the birds on the ancient Wutong see that the person holding the black umbrella at the end of the long street seems to be a bad person, and he has risen obliquely into the sky.

At night, the houses not far from the surroundings were actually lit up, but when they saw the Taoist walking in the direction of the monk, they quickly extinguished it.

In the dark, the red lotus fixed on the edge of the well still opened with its back to the Taoist.

It has been almost half a month since the monk entered the city, and the staff and hat are still neatly placed two feet beside him, and he has not moved a single inch in more than ten days.

The rest of his life the Taoist moved forward step by step against the night, and the Taoist robe on his body was slightly deformed in the night wind.

He cleared his throat and looked at the monk with a pair of peach blossom eyes showing a cold light.

A cold cry flew through the night, "Monk...... You're afraid you're blinded by the wind and sand outside the gate, this northwest city is not the place you should come!"

The red-clothed monk didn't even move in the wind with the big red sea green on his body.

The Taoist breathed a little heavier, raised his hand and took off the mahogany sword on his back, and pointed horizontally towards the monk.

There was a roar of summer thunder in the clouds.

"The mountains are high and the water is long, don't make mistakes!" said the Taoist as he took another step towards the well.

The wind and sand under the red-clothed monk did not know how, and it flew around the monk.

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I don't know who stepped on a broken branch in the bushes on the side.

"Ouch...... I'll go, don't crowd, don't crowd, this is the territory of the officials, and the city defense army will go over there to see. ”

......

Yu Sheng's lips sneered, "It seems that you don't see Weihe anymore......"

As he spoke, the Taoist stretched out his left hand towards the Taoist Dharma bag behind him.

There was a gasp of cold air among the surrounding trees.

A child was so impressed by the sudden tension that he wanted to open his mouth and cry, but four or five hands quickly reached out to cover his mouth.

......

"There's a thunderbolt inside, Thor is incognito!"

Everyone saw a black shadow in the night sky, tearing through the air and flying towards the red-clothed monk.

There was a sound of footsteps among the surrounding trees, and the sound of Suo retreating.

There was a crisp sound, and the black shadow hit the monk's back and bounced a few times and fell into the well.

Then a second shadow slammed into the night

The third course

The fourth course

......

With the close contact with the well water again and again, the identity of the black shadow was also revealed.

It shouldn't be like an exploding Dao Gate magic weapon, but it is quite similar to the sound of ordinary stones falling into the water.

Everyone immediately sweated like rain.

There was another burst of unstoppable laughter on the Taoist's side, "Rise, fall, middle, burn, break, the monk is not ready to appear!"

As soon as he said this, the twenty-seventh black shadow larger than the previous one smashed right on the monk's head, and there was a buzzing echo like a drumstick hitting a brass drum.

The eyes of the Dao hidden in the surrounding groves all rushed towards the monk in unison.

The big red sea green flipped over.

Then everyone saw that the stones in the well flew out of the mouth of the well one by one as if they were flowing backwards, and flew back to the Taoist side in order.

Yu Sheng squinted his right eye, a glimmer of light flashed in his left eye, and he took out a black umbrella from behind his back with both hands at the same time and quickly opened it in front of him.

Twenty-seven stones were neatly arranged and pressed closer, but they did not smash into the black umbrella.

In a churn, they actually fell on their own and posed in front of the Taoist in a pattern.

The people around him tried their best to stand on tiptoe to see clearly, but the Taoist robe raised by the Taoist in the night just covered the pattern.

A moment later

The Taoist carefully put the stones back into his bag with his hands, straightened his neck, and shook his head from side to side.

"Today is a tie. ”

"The mountains are low and the water is short, see you again in the future!

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"Grandpa Cao, Grandpa Cao, tell me what the stone in front of the long body draws?" On the beam of a house in Qubai City, a little girl in a red jacket was reaching out and pulling on the old man's beard.

The old man looked at the Taoist and the monk, lowered his head with a smile and said, "It seems that a smiling face and a crooked ...... have been drawn Well...... It looks like a little snake like that. ”

The little red jacket was taken seriously by the girl and shook it in her hand as she learned the big red sea green tumbling.

"Huh...... It's not easy. She bit down on the child's voice, put her finger in her mouth, and lowered her head in thought.

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