A yellow color came from the sky.

The waterfall rolls down, like a thunderbolt, and it seems like a thousand troops and horses charge.

The water vapor rises, soaring into the sky, taking a deep breath, full of the fishy smell of loess.

A bamboo raft, go with the flow. Whenever he brushed by the turbulence, Changning always felt that the wave would completely smash this small bamboo raft, and the two of them would be swept into the bottom of the endless torrent, never to see the light of day again.

Ye Lan looked at ease, standing at the front of the bamboo raft, no matter how big the waves were, it was difficult to make a little splash on the corners of his clothes.

The two had been drifting on the river for several days, and Ye Lan had been like this from the beginning, motionless. The dry food that Changning was carrying had bottomed out, and the river was so turbulent that there was no way to fish from it. Changning felt as if there was a phantom in front of him, and the phantom turned into a simple thatched house, and an old man with a mess of beard and hair at the door was quietly watching the two of them.

"Come and see the ghost elder. Ye Lan finally broke away from the state of concentration, picked up Changning and put it in front of the old man, and pressed Changning's head.

A breath of iron and fire rushed into Changning's nose unreasonably, and he couldn't help but wake up with a sneeze, and reacted that this was not an illusion, but a real old man, standing in front of a tattered thatched house.

Only after a closer look did I find that this old man was a head taller than Ye Lan, and his shoulders were as wide as Ye Lan's. The hair is knotted, and the roots are like steel needles. The breath of iron and fire emanated from this old man, and it was indescribably cold.

Ye Lan called this old man a ghost, thinking that he was the person entrusted by his mother before parting.

Fang Cai Ye Lan pressed his head, and at this moment, Changning reached the ground again, extremely respectful.

The ghost elder nodded slightly: "The foundation is not bad, but it is a little weak." The body is still thin, learn to strike iron or practice sword?"

The latter sentence is said to Changning.

Changning said respectfully: "My mother said that if the ghost old man sees it, he will practice the sword, and if he can't look at it, he will strike iron." ”

"How majestic the sword is, the sword immortal comes and goes, and the head of the person is thousands of miles away. Striking iron, do you find it interesting?"

Changning could not have expected the ghost elder to throw out such a sentence, but his answer was also natural: "There are hunters and blacksmiths in the village." The blacksmith is inconspicuous, but the hunter's weapons are all blacksmiths. ”

He really thought so. Farm tools, rivets, arrowheads, draped heart guards. The old blacksmith in the village can shoot everything, and he can do it very well. When he was a child, he often helped out in the blacksmith shop, half Ding Ding Dong found it funny, half really respected. My father went to the mountains to hunt, and the pair of iron armor on his arms was what Changning learned to fight. It is said that it is hand armor, but in fact, it is two curved iron plates that just line the curvature of the arm and wear a tanned leather rope, and carve a tiger head crookedly. In terms of quality, it is naturally far inferior to the craftsmanship of the old blacksmith, but my father has been using it, and it is still regarded as a treasure, and it is polished every day.

"Well, if you like to strike iron, then go to strike. They all want to play with swords, and they will break a few swords on a trip, a group of losers. ”

"Ghost old ......" Ye Lan was startled and wanted to stop her, but she was glared at by the ghost elder, and immediately felt that her whole body froze, and she couldn't mobilize her breath at all.

The ghost elder waved his hand, and a young disciple came out of the thatched house, leading Changning to the back to rest. Then he withdrew his qi and motioned for Ye Lan to speak.

"Entering the inner mound or the outer hall, the door is always evaluated before making a conclusion, why is the ghost old man making such a decision today?"

"You still want to say that this child's parents are not simple, don't make a conclusion, right?" the ghost old man turned to the rushing river in front of him with his hands behind his back.

Ye Lan was silent.

There was another way to the entrance of the sword mound, and the reason why he went down the river to find the ghost elder directly was probably because the couple was so coercive and left a deep impression on him. Besides, Changning's foundation is not bad, and his mind is pure, so he is not a good seedling to enter the inner mound to practice.

"Hey, you know the. You don't know what Uchizuka looks like? How strong are the two of them, why don't they teach them themselves? It's not that I'm worried that my son will learn to kill a billet. Iron striking is the most boiled temperament, and if you have the heart, you will have everything. The ghost elder muttered and scolded Ye Lan again, but there was no sense of reproach, and then changed the subject, "Absurdity is a good thing, I just sent you to keep an eye on that group of outsiders, but I didn't expect you to really turn that thing back." ”

"It's just a fluke. Ye Lan saw that the ghost old man didn't want to be more entangled in the affairs of Changning, so he followed the ghost elder's words and continued, "That day the desolation was unearthed, and the edge covered the clouds. There was no shortage of famous sword cultivators in a group of outsiders around, and two of them wanted to rush up and try to subdue them because they had a good sword, and they were killed by Desolation at that time. The disciple stepped forward and didn't have the intention of seizing the beauty at first, but just wanted to see how close he could go to the desolation with his own cultivation. How could I have imagined that the absurdity was shocked and penetrated into the body. In hindsight, most of the reason is that the inner law of the door has some relationship with the absurdity, and the absurdity itself has no spiritual intelligence, so it naturally lives in a place with a familiar atmosphere. And...... It seems that the absurdity intends to lead the disciple to Changning......"

The ghost elder interrupted Ye Lan's words: "If you find you, it's your chance, just take it openly, don't think about it too much." Think more about the way those old bastards make wedding dresses for others, hehe, it's really happy. But looking at the way you are now, I'm afraid you've been tortured by this absurdity, right?"

"Ninety percent of the mental strength is on the edge of the absurdity. ”

"That's right, ninety percent of the mental strength of the six-step cultivation can compete with the little sharpness that escapes from the absurdity, which is already remarkable. During this time, you don't run around, wait until you break through the realm and step into seven steps, and you can stand the desolation, and then go out and walk. ”

Ye Lan should come down, say goodbye to the ghost elder, and go to his own residence to clean up the aftermath.

The four finally calmed down, and the ghost elder slowly exhaled a breath. On the long river, a deep crack suddenly appeared, and it took a long time for the water to refill it, and then it flowed as usual.

"The pastoral song of the four seas, the sword intent of the desolate gods. Picked up the trouble and came back...... This kid is really ......" The expression on the ghost elder's face was unruly.