The distance from the place of Tibetan Sword Villa has been shortened, and the village has gradually become prosperous, and after more than ten or twenty spring and autumn periods, even on the road, pedestrians and traders, chariots and horses, farmers, melons and fruits, and fur and livestock of the three Turkic people, are endless. Fraud and theft are almost endless, and along the avenues and paths, between the fields and mountains, the busy farmers and hunters change their roles and increase the extra income of the family. The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and it has become a paradise and a paradise on earth.

coincided with the time when the heroes of the troubled times, the killers and robbers used force to display their talents, but they saw half of the people who stuck knives and hung swords.

The holy land of martial arts people, the first of the origins of folk myths and stories, how can it reveal the harmony of all things, and the beautiful scenery is beautiful, which can't help but make the world's expressions show a little worry and fear.

I can't help but let the extremely smart people of Muzi also have the idea of what's wrong with these people?

My mother walked in the crowd in the rain, pointing and pointing, there were not a few, and a few people were raising their hands to salute from a distance, but they didn't have the slightest intention of disturbing. The smile on his mother's face betrayed a little bit of trembling in his heart!

Not far away, Dou Yiren hurriedly said to his mother Piaoyu: "Yiren went home, you don't have to think about it, Qingsuo, Ziying, after learning swordsmanship, you can come to find Yiren." "We're saying goodbye! The mother looked at the Yiren who was far away, sighed all her life, and said, how long can you escape? Obviously, we can see each other, but a man-made wall has been erected in the depths of my heart, and life is not satisfactory, but that's it.

A big gatehouse, engraved with four big characters, "Tibetan Sword Villa" The sound of flowing water can be heard clearly. Several quaint courtyards are scattered.

Mother Piaoyu took a few people, passing through here, Muzi people and other people saw such a beautiful home, and couldn't help but rise to the heart of retreat, but Mama Piaoyu did not do the slightest stop, a few steps away came to the side of the small river about a foot wide, with a few children, boarded a bamboo raft, picked up a bamboo pole, slightly clicked the riverbank, swayed and swayed, slowly towards the deep mountains.

What time is the bamboo pole, the mother took the bamboo pole away from the water in the rain, only to see that two grass carp with a foot long were strung on the head of the bamboo pole, swinging the fish tail violently, and the mouth bar was opened and closed one by one, as if to say, the owner of the rainy village, you crossed the river, you crossed the line, and you did it in vain.

Before the mother Piaoyu picked the fish with Qingsuo, she said: "Take it"

Qing Suo hurriedly pulled the fish off the bamboo pole, rubbed the jumping fish roe, slid down the bamboo raft, and almost escaped into the water. Or Muzi is nimble with his hands and feet, and he only ends up at an end when he catches it.

Mother Piaoyu picked up the wine bag and drank a few sips, and slowly walked on the water, but she didn't ask about the fish and the four of them.

The people of Muzi looked at a few fatty fish hungrily, and they didn't want to endure it even more, but they really didn't know how to steam, and they could only watch to satisfy their hunger.

In fact, Muzi is still clever and real, compared with the people of Muzi who have a city in their hearts and grew up in intrigues, they know how to behave in the world and survive in adversity.

I only heard Mu Zi say in vain: "Master, tell us what to do in the first place to learn martial arts, okay?" Mu Zi only knows that the first martial arts training realm in the Tibetan Sword Villa is knowing the sword, and he doesn't know how to practice, and he hopes that the master will solve his doubts. ”

I only listened to the rain of my mother, looked at Muzi's white face, and looked at Muzi's white face slightly red, and unconsciously lowered his head before he spoke: "It is a good seedling to practice martial arts, but unfortunately there are not many eyes used in martial arts, and the achievements in the future are average, and it is difficult to enter the top ranks." Those who want to achieve something, look at the ancient and modern and the right and wrong, the single-minded are fine, and the disciples who are collected by the teacher have a single mind, I really don't know, the right and wrong of the mother, the Tibetan Sword Villa may be destroyed in the hands of the rain.

It's a pity that the rain can't be seen, but since I promised to teach you, I'll tell you about it.

Guarding the food, from ancient times to the present, have you ever seen a person who died of hunger? Have you ever seen a living creature that died of E? Have you ever seen a heroic individual who dared to climb to the top of the earth and establish a new order? Isn't it not far from the side of the rain that is falling from the mother?

In fact, in Piaoyu's heart, just like a saying that has been passed down through the ages, "Thirty and knowing the destiny of heaven", knowing the sword is like knowing the destiny, and the first thing that Piaoyu learned before was knowing the destiny.

When we arrive at our lodgings, the four of you, along with Chengying, will be enclosed in a mountain by the rain. Within a radius of 100 miles, Liao is uninhabited. You will be there, learning the way of knowing your fate and knowing the sword, hahaha, your mother will give you a little food and water drops there, and you will come to life, and your knowledge of destiny will be almost practiced, and you will know the sword, and you will learn half of it.

How Muzi people, quit now and don't learn, the rain will not force you, glory and wealth around the body and mind, accept the pain of begging in one year, learn the truth of ordinary life for thirty years, this is the rivers and lakes, this is the martial arts, this is the Tibetan Sword Villa, in a short period of time to complete the pursuit of ordinary people's life, in a lifetime, to complete the goals set by themselves and beyond their own goals.

This is Wu, this is the Tao, this is the Buddha, this is the sword.

Just like something else, for knowledge, learning something else, for the Tao. Transcend other things, be a Buddha, bury other things, be a sword.

Think about it, people are not the darlings of God, it should be easy to die, but it takes courage to live, and it is even more difficult to live bravely.

The beautiful ones are short-lived, and the long-term ones are vicissitudes.

Have you ever seen a beautiful long-term beauty, have you ever seen a short-lived vicissitudes?

Take advantage of the opportunity, if you want to be better than others, you have to give to others, not to ask, asking can only prove that you have a beautiful legend in the world, like a flash in the pan.

Other people don't know about the rain, but the people of Muzi, hehe, when can you learn to be self-reliant, when can you teach you kung fu, just be self-reliant, you don't need to know your fate. Huh, how?

Mu Zimin looked at his mother's face and listened to his mother's laughter, and picked up the dead grass carp without saying a word. Swallowed with a grunt. Turning over and twisting, the doll spits into the river. What's more, if something happens, the sound of laughter from the rain is that Muzi is in vain, and together, the cultivation of the implicit Qingsuo, Ziying also closed her mouth tightly, afraid of laughing out of the voice, if you lose the harmony.